Transition

-I wrote this about two weeks after being in Austin:

The wounds of the past months are gaping open. They are being dealt with
and worked out as I rest and ponder. What really gets me is the heartache
of what I miss. The emotional attachment that was ripped at the seams has
left a dull ache that traveled west with me. It is not the vast
differences that are the hardest, but the things that are almost the same that
make me yearn for what I had. And although I believe that it will be fine
and the ache will soon turn to memories of delight as the mysterious becomes
familiar, it still hurts now. And that’s okay. It is in these times
that the Spirit seals Himself to the wounds and reminds me that I am claimed as
a child of God. It’s also when he further shows who He is and who I am. He
is my constant, my stability. I am stereotypical humanity. I choose
familiar sin over freedom. Comfort over challenge. But he has equipped me and
called me to more. I can overcome all that is ahead of me because of who He is.

I want to assure everyone that I am happy in Austin. I really enjoy it here. But the above still stands. The mysterious is becoming familiar, but the ache is still there. I still miss what I left and I think that I might always miss it. I'm okay with that.