Home is Where the Heart is.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the concept of home. Right now I feel like I have two; San Diego and the High Desert. Apple Valley is home because my room is there, and of course my family. San Diego feels like home because I spend most of my time here. Although having two homes might seem like a bonus, I feel divided between the two, and sometimes I feel lonesome. Maybe that's normal, I'm sure everyone experiences their blue days and I guess today is one of mine. Thinking about grad school stirs things up. What if I have to make a new place home again? Transition is daunting. I want so desperately to stay open to what God has planned, but I wish there was more clarity in this mist. I know in a few months or so the fog will be lifted, but for now I'm here and this is home. C.S. Lewis said, "If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." Maybe that's what this aching in my heart is all about. Maybe because my heart yearns to be with Christ I will never feel at home anywhere. Maybe God is my home, he does have my heart after all.