Belonging

Well there is no time like the present to just jump back in and start to share. Sure I would love some great tale to tell, some thought to convey. But when it all comes down to it, I really have nothing profound. I am on a journey and cannot exactly see the destination and truthfully just wish I could go back. I am right in the midst of processing some pics from around my apartment in Peru and it makes me miss all of the sights and sounds, even smells of life there. I would love to pick myself up and just head back. Now.

I suppose I am struggling right now with belonging. I know it it the cry of our heart to belong. And I know as Christians that we technically belong to the family of God. But when family here in the US means the same last name and not much else, being part of that family is similar. Sure, we can meet on Sundays but really we just go about our week without much thought for the other person.

So belonging in my context? In many ways I really no longer "belonged" in Peru. The work I had done came to an end because the vision got distorted and sidetracked. So there was not really much to belong to. Now I am back here in the states. Sure, I am even back in the city I left from. But I continue to ask myself where do I belong? I am growing to hate that question because I have yet to answer.

I guess this will be a question I continue to seek the answer to. Where do I belong?

Where do you belong?