Two people. A girl named Joy once took a photo of the sky and asked herself aloud, "How can anyone look at the clouds and not believe there's a God?" And Rich Mullins once wrote, "There's just something about the sky." I was young, but since then I've never looked at clouds the same way. On my way home from work today, I saw clouds like I'm used to seeing in NC. They were like a tattered sheet of meshed cotton, all folded and confused. You know the kind. They send down shafts of light that remind us that Jesus will one day return again to this broken world and make it all better. Needless to say, it reminded me of home and something turned in my stomach.
My heart is full of fears and my head is full of questions. And tonight I wish I could finish my dinner with Connie reading to me. I wish I could go to Sonic with Scott and forget about the rest of life as he tells me stories about South Africa. I miss singing love songs with Becca, knowing they're not about us. Playing Chess with Dan, jogging with Charlie, babysitting Coletrain with Shea, spending hours just talking movies with Danny and Zach, sitting at the counter while Mom makes dinner, going to the pub to see Bill and John (I never really went for the food), keeping the Malchuks up late with speratic banter about anything and everything. For the first time in... I think whole my life, I finally understand what it means to really be homesick.
And I'm sorry if this is a depressing post, it's not supposed to be. The Lord is doing a great many things here and I can't imagine doing anything else with my life. But sometimes you feel a certain way and you just have to let it out so it doesn't bring you down.
There's just something about the sky.
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