I am back at home, after my first ten hour road trip with 2 peers, and I am starting to realize that home has a new definition. As much as I love being home, I have come to realize that it means something totally different than it used to. I am living out of a duffle bag in my own house. The ladies at my church- some of them don’t even recognize me, and others hadn’t even known I had gone! The kids at the High School that I had occupied for the past four years were totally different, and they behaved in ways that seemed foreign and childish to me. I haven’t seen any of my High School friends yet, but just from hearing their stories it sounds like the friendships we had cherished will be very different now.
As much as all of this upset me at first, I realized that it is much less everything around me changing, and much more that I am growing up and that it is my change- rather than everyone elses- that has caused this small feeling of homelessness.
Where does a first semester freshman find home? It is no longer in her house, or among her old friends. It can’t truly be at college because school is very well known to be, almost like a hotel; it is there for temporary use.
I guess that is where we are called to grow. I after continuous transitions am beginning to learn that it is in the midst of transition, that the most growth is able to occur. Transition calls us out of our comfort zone, and to rely on that very being that is greater than all which we can imagine.
So as I find myself in transition again, and as I find myself once again growing and transforming, I also find myself needing to lean on the One and Only who can help me. He, in the midst of all this, is my home and will never forsake me.