If you know me, you know I love the South. It’s home. It always has been and always will be. I recently realized just how hard leaving it is going to be. I realized how much I’ll miss sweet tea and southern sun. I realized I’ll miss all of my family (no matter how stressful gatherings can be.) I realized I’ll miss southern accents and monograms. Silly things, yet things I’ve always associated with home.
However in the last few months, home has become a relative term.
A fellow racer wrote these beautiful words: “If home is where the heart is, and my heart is with The Lord, then I am home wherever I am.”
It resonated with my heart.
It gave me a piece of peace.
I’ve had a lot of those lately, pieces of peace. It’s not something that happened instantaneously, it’s something that has happened over the course of the month.
Slowly the pieces of my heart have found peace.
My Abba Father hasn’t flooded my heart with peace, and I’m thankful for that.
I know, you’re reading that somewhat confused. I was too for a while. For the last few weeks I prayed for peace about leaving everything familiar. I prayed for peace about leaving my family. I prayed for peace about leaving the old me behind. Yet, I was never flooded with peace.
But here’s the thing. No, He hasn’t flooded my heart with peace about leaving. However, daily he gives me pieces of peace.
He gives my soul rest in the mundane everyday moments. In the day-to-day happenings I needed to start noticing, He gives me peace. Games of Uno. Hot sun. Cold lemonade. Clean clothes. Laughter. Movie nights. Comfort food. Summer rain. In the midst of everyday life, He brought me pieces of peace.
It’s funny how that works isn’t it? If He would have answered my prayers the way I wanted, I would have missed out on some of the most memorable moments I have.
Now, with only one day until I leave for launch, all the pieces of my heart are at peace.
So here’s to peace in pieces. Finding joy in the ordinary. Adventure. And new places to live in, but a home for your heart with The Lord.
