Even though I have lived in the US for over 13 years and experience much of what it has shown me, today I felt different.
For the past 2 years, as I was back in Malaysia, everything seemed to remind me of my roots and being uncertain what was before me, I did prepare myself to remain back there as a possible plan that God had for me. I found myself adapting to home and reacclimate my heart to it.
But today as the snow fell from the sky, I am reminded that I am far from home. I have not experienced snow for over 2 years and it seemed like a long time. And watching out the window brought about a foreign-ness about my situation, like a cliche of thinking about home.
Talking about home...
Where do I belong again?...
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