The term nostalgia describes a yearning for the past, often in idealized form.[1] The word is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning “returning home”
The feelings that wash over me when I remember Ireland are
nearly as great as the actual experiences themselves. I remember the coldness and how
refreshing it was after so many months in the heat. I remember feeling closer to God than ever
before as I got lost in the music of Jonathan and Melissa Helser.
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I remember driving across beautiful
landscapes and spending the day at a castle famous for surrounding gardens. The
pastries sold at a shop outside the castle were delicious. We drove to the ocean afterwards, and I
remember standing on great rocks that lined the shore and looking out for miles. I remember buying a $10 suit coat for our
squads final dinner together.
I remember
playing soccer in never-ending fields of the purest green.
I remember feeling like the possibilities were endless. I remember worshiping my heart out. I remember being surrounded by a few hundred people who were doing the same. I remember tasting true intimacy with God, and surrendering all my ideas of what the future would look like, and telling God the only thing I wanted was to remain in that place, close to Him. I remember being more alive than I’d ever been.
