Home

I am still circling my bed just a bit. I am a bit unsure what to do with the fact that I am actually sort of designing my living space. Well, mainly that I am trying to make it a bit more homey. I have lived the last eight years of my life so purposefully temporarily. Home was always a home for now. I am only going to be here a few days, months, or years anyway. Why unpack?

I woke up a lot last night, noticed I had a bed and fell back to sleep. I am really thankful I have a bed now. I would be really angry at you if you tried to take it away from me. That being said, I sure do hope I don’t wake up as much tonight to notice I have a bed and fall back to sleep. Waking up in a bed on a weekday is going to be weird. Beds surely must make a home. Am I home now? I thought I was not going to make it home until heaven.

This past week I have been back to my normal dose of God time in the morning. I am struggling to add solid God time at night. Mainly I am just being lazy.

I wonder if I will ever run again? I do not want to run from the people here. I do not want to run from my lifestyle here. I do not want to run from this amazing city. But I am going to take a little while to adjust to living in a home. It has been many years since I made myself a home. Homes are supposed to be filled with love.

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” – Matthew 11:28-30