Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Dearest God,

I wanted to be home. I needed to be home. Travelling like a vagabond from place to place for weeks with only temporary places to lay my head left me feeling without a center. I went home.

To be home in my own bed, eating from my own dishes, bathing in my own shower gave me a sense of being normal once again. The quiet calm of being alone in my own home renewed me, allowing me to feel once again the joys of home.

Forgive me,
Lord,
when I fail
to be completely
at home
with you,
when I need
a constancy
of place.
You are
my home
and I pray
for your strength
to be
a vagabond
for you.
Teach me,
I pray.

Love, Andrea