It's cold. It's cloudy. It's raining. It's familiar. It's memories.
Days like this remind me of my old home. But I am thankful that I still have a home. It still feels a bit like a new home, even though it's been an old home for three months now. I have a family, a wider Christian family, and the greatest family of friends one could ever hope for. And in that sense I will always have a home.
And at the same time, I am looking forward to an even greater home.
It's not the darkest day. Because His arms hold the universe.
And His grace will lead me home.
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