...that I didn't write. Wish I had.
Time does not always heal, and peace does not always last. Home is not always where you are, but where you’ve been - no matter how short the stay. Your heart has been left behind, because it was captured by the paralyzing reality of grace, peace, beauty, and love. For me, home is where I met God most intimately - in His silence and stillness of peace - basking in the overwhelming complexity of His creation that was made for His glory and my joy. And that joy is what caused me to forget whether or not there was any other time in my life when I heard my Beloved’s voice any louder or felt more alive.
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