Why do you go away? So that you can come back.
So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. So you can see there actually is beauty here, similar to the beauty you found on your adventure. It does not wither away when you fail to recognize it as such, you're not big enough. So that you can see there actually is purpose here. So you can see and feel that the things you thought had a hold on you, the things you thought were weighing you down, can't touch you and it was your power you were giving those things all along. So you can see that you can stop striving; you don't have to be the one to carry that big thing, you're a small piece, significant but small, in something so much wonderfully bigger than yourself.
And the people there see you differently, too. They see, just as you learned to love whatever far off skies you were under, you have the capacity to encourage their wandering hearts, too. They see that it is your spirit that is free, and it's your feet that follow -- not the other way around.
Hopefully, the farther you venture down that road, the closer you grow together. When you're moving faster than how swiftly life can throw "life circumstances", you realize the things that sometimes brew tension can't even touch you. You realize that the things that you caught yourself sillily complaining about are things that sparked your love in the beginning days. And as you see new places and grow closer, you bask in the reality that of all the places in the world you two could be, you're together in the same place, in a new place, in a sacred place.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
A seven day road trip across three states was a big deal for this college senior who has been grounded for so long. Safe for a business trip to Haiti, the 68 acre university campus has been my stomping grounds for the last two years. This wanderer since birth needed an adventure (she was getting a little grumpy).
The trip was exactly what my soul needed. We packed our bags, took our places in the car, and ventured north on the I-95. The week was full of time together on the road, time with our families, listening to new worship albums, exploring what downtown Raleigh had to offer us (taking advantage mostly of Videri chocolate over and over), sitting on the porch of Donnie's pretty southern yellow home, more time on the road, a lot of Netflix when Donnie was sick, a lot of yummy food at all times, and more time on the road.
After this really, overly relaxed wandering week, my soul has never been so awake.
Here are some photos from our week: