But the people. My new family. My friends not because of how long we've known each other. Not because we've been through trials and tribulations and weddings and babies and death. We aren't even Facebook official. They aren't listed as my cousin or crazy uncle. There is a deeper connection we share that I have come to appreciate over the past 11 months. A realization I have found joy in through every fellow believer I have happened upon.
Every time I walk into Just Caffe, Jesus teaches me about family. This idea that I can sit and talk with a random stranger and have an instant connection not because we are two amazing people, but because we have an amazing Father. We are a part of a much larger family. It doesn't matter where we were born, it matters that we were born again. Suddenly home is everywhere. My brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers are all around me, able to love me because we first were loved.
To sit in the realization that I am home. Literally. Not that i am sitting in a house, or in a place, but that who I am as a daughter and a woman of God is the true statement that I am home. I want to be home to the people I meet because I am the face of Jesus and there is no other place the spirit inside of us longs to be. Where I belong is with Jesus and as I am being transformed into his likeness, I bring his light to the places I go. I bring the comfort and love and peace and rest to the people I meet, to the family I've never known just as they bring it to me. All because of Jesus.
And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. – 2 Corinthians 3:18
