The cruelest of realities was brought to my attention this morning.
Our concept of home was always vastly different. I always considered Texas home for the both of us, but God posed a question to me.
What if Texas is his home but not yours?
What if your home is not specifically a place but rather you have many homes in your wanderings?
What if your home and heart represents that of a gypsy?
You don’t require a place to be home but rather an environment in which you heal and bloom wherever you are?
It struck me like a brick.
Home is where your heart heals without the scars that the world tends to leave behind.
Home is where you find your strengths, your passions, and your greatness. It is where you are built into the beast that is simply lying in wait. And all of that is suddenly cultivated and utilized for good and not manipulated to feed the selfishness of a scarred soul.
Maybe in Germany is the home where you find the things you have been searching for all of this time. The things that can be found here have simply been waiting across the sea for me.
But what is important to realize is that Texas taught you how far you can bend and what happens when you break. And what happens when you take your broken pieces, stand back up, and keep moving forward.
She revealed to you both the good and bad sides of your soul and personality. And you have had the opportunity to see what life looks like when either side was prominent in the actions you took.
She also showed you how far you’ve come, how far you can go, how your dreams are simply stories waiting to be scripted.
Texas shows you on a daily basis how strong you really are. You may have weaknesses, you may have the things that pick at the wound a little bit and irritates it, but you have far more strength than anyone in this world could even dream of.
Few people of this world can say that. They may have external strength, but can they stand up from unbearable heartbreak, shrug the dust and broken pieces off of their shoulders and say “What’s next God?”
So, it is okay that you and he have different homes, different places that your souls long to find shelter in.
What is important is that the both of you are going home soon. You are on the path that guides you to healing, greatness, hope, love, and the life that God designed for you. It’s just not together in this particular chapter in the book.
We just have to remember that when the nights get too dark, when the memories eradicate our souls, when all we think we have is our brokenness and no one or nowhere to go.
It’s what turns the darkness into the breaking of dawn, the good flashbacks of you laughing so hard that you fell off your bed, the moments when you are filled with joy and life.
Because nothing is too dark for the maker of the darkness. Nothing is too broken beyond repair that the sculptor can’t fix.
Have faith, trust, and most importantly, keep running towards Him. He is the home we so desperately need.