On Feeling Lost When You Come Home
Moss and Twigs. That's what I told Jason I felt like last night. Like my neck was made of moss and twigs. I'm sure the migraine isn't helping. My mind is fuzzy, hazed. It's as if everything is on a delay.
Foreign in my own home, but also at home here.... have you ever had this sensation after returning from a trip? Last year I went to Italy and felt this way for weeks, but I chalked it up to some personal turbulence I had going on at the time. But here I am again, almost exactly a year later. After 10 days in Ireland, I've returned to feeling lost at home.
Don't get me wrong, I am SO happy to be back in Jason's arms, back in my own bed, back to walking the dogs and laughing at their antics. So what is this nagging feeling? To say I felt at home in Ireland is an understatement. How strange it is to feel like you belong in anywhere but home. I've got so much to share with you all soon- photos, stories, music, and musings.
For now, I just wanted to hop on and be vulnerable with you - I don't have a solution or a word for this sensation...but I do know that this world is not meant to feel like home. Hebrews 13:14 says that "...this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come." (New Living Translation). So good news- if you're feeling lost, you're not alone. And maybe it's exactly how we're supposed to feel sometimes, if only to remind us that our home is waiting for us with the open arms of Christ.