Home

After a brutal summer at work, I'm in the middle of my two week vacation. Currently sitting over 700 miles from my residence, but I'm certainly "home." Unfortunately, on Friday I will be headed back to Tennessee. While I'm thankful to have a good job and friends near me who care about me, I've realized during this vacation that I will never be truly happy with where I'm at until I move back to Oklahoma. I always knew that Oklahoma would always be home for me, and Mom has been surprised that I have not moved back yet, but I didn't realize just how badly I want to move back.

I don't know if it will be in the next year, in the next 3 years, or the next 5 years. But I know without a doubt that this is where I belong. I just need to be patient for the opportunity to open up for me to move back. I honestly have no clue what that door is going to even look like when it opens. I just ask any who read this to pray for discernment and guidance on my part.

Coming back brought back a flood of memories. It happens every time I come home to visit, and I'm sure even more memories will flood back when I travel to Catoosa tomorrow and spend the next few days on the farm that I spent so much time on growing up. I learned many things on those rolling hills in Northeast Oklahoma. How to fish, how to hunt, how to ride, how to shoot, how to play sports, how to survive in the woods, how to navigate, how to set up camp, among many, many other things. I've come to realize that I want to teach my children those same things on those same rolling hills. It truly is home to me and always will be and, I've realized, is where I am meant to be eventually.

Even this is in God's timing though; and I still need to remain patient for the right door to open.