In a week I am back in AZ. I neglect to say "home" because I have decided that Arizona is no longer home. For someplace to be "home", one must live there more than one month a year, and since in 2010 I will only be in Arizona 4 days (and not even 4 full days) I regret to say, I am now no longer my own official resident of America.
For a long time I have stolen a good theory from Pumba the Warthog, from the Lion King, "Home is where your rump rests", and while this theory may work for Pumba, I am sorry to say that I now disagree. After lots of time and prayer I have realized home is Jesus, and Jesus is in me, so therefore home, for me, can only be found within myself. I carry my home with me, and while I am entrusting it to other people, Ruth, Vicky, Ashley, Kyleigh, Stevie, Matt, and others, home is found a bit in each of them as well. So home is no longer where I rest, home is where I am at peace, which can only be found when Jesus and I are on the same page.
I have not been excited to go back to Arizona, I kinda feel that my three week trip is kinda like overstaying a welcome. I would rather spend one day each with everyone I love and entrust myself to (except ashley axup, who I plan to steal as a stow-away in my bag and bring back to Leicester with me), and then I'll come back here, to the rain and darkness and cold and Matt. But I imagine that when I get there, to the desert, I will fall back into line with my natural way and enjoy the time I have, even if that means having to eat LOADS of Mexican food.
(and just so we're all clear, Mexican food is one thing that I really wish England had a LOT more of)
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