Torn between two places. Two places far away from each other. Both places have things that the other place doesn't have. Both feel like home. But then again, neither do.
New friends. Old friends.
Evergreens. Oak Trees.
Mountains. Rolling hills.
His family. My family.
New church family. Old church family.
marmots. cows.
And in the back of my mind, I know that God might not have either of these places in mind.
1 comment:
marmots- cows! ha- love it!
I know, it's not easy. You know, if you guys get a yurt and a truck you could be nomads and do both :)
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