It’s taken 5 years, but I am finally feeling like I belong.
Honestly, I never thought I’d feel that way. We left an amazing community back in Wake Forest. Amazing. We left forever friends who did life with us. Real life. The nitty-gritty kind of life that either breaks you or makes you stronger. Those friends who might as well be family.
It was hard. I hated it here. I longed for community. I longed for people to “do life” with. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be about? We weren’t made to be lone rangers. We were made to be in community. That’s how the Body of Christ is supposed to function.
But the Lord blessed us with babies and that took my time. Not only was I trying to navigate life, figuring out where I belonged, but I was also trying to figure out the precious little ones and what life looked like with children. Life looks a lot different with children. A lot different.
While it’s not the same as what we had in Wake Forest, I at least feel a sense of belonging. I don’t know that this is our forever home. Ultimately, only Heaven is our forever home. I can at least say that I feel like I belong, and I never thought I would associate living here with that word.