This is a piece where I wrote about life:
As the waves would violently crash upon the rocks at the shore, I sat there-Waiting, writing, and unsure. I didn’t have a clue why I had been placed in this location, but I was blessed to be there.
Just moments prior, sitting in the back of a truck with a hitchhiker. We didn’t say a single word to one another. However, we exchanged smiles and comfortably examined the shoreline. Once the road on the hill met the crossroads separating the wealthy from the poor, she said this was where she must depart. We waved goodbye.
I continued the journey in the boot of the truck. Watching the young folk riding the breaking waves. Swaying and slipping in the boot as the car followed the path of the winding roads, I didn’t mind.
What a picturesque view I had right before my eyes. Always something else in the back of my mind. Yet, that something not shared with whom needed to know. Surely, still waiting to know.
No matter where you are, who you are with or without, you will miss someone or something. You reunite with that something or someone, and you begin to miss what you had just moments before. It’s a moment of realization. No matter where we are, we never feel whole. We aren’t home. Not until He returns. Not until we are in our homes uniquely created for us.