I’m having one of those “alien” days.
The kind where you feel like a foreigner in your own land.
I’ve written about this before – about the feeling that you belong, but not quite. The longing for something more.
It’s the hope of heaven. The promise of a real home.
And it’s not that I’m discontent where I’m at.
The opposite really – I love my home, my family, the life we’ve built.
But I know there’s more.
Perhaps it has something to do with returning from a place (Sydney) where I always feel a glimpse of destiny. A something “other” that I don’t even know how to pinpoint.
Perhaps it has something to do with remembering what it’s like to connect with friends from a special (favorite) season of my life.
But whatever it is, the feeling is there. Real, raw, a little bit nagging.
The calm after the storm and the anticipation of the next one all rolled into one.
And I remember that I’m an alien here.
I really don’t belong.
My passport says USA. My address says Australia. But my heart says heaven.
My home is not here.
Q for you: Do you ever feel like you belong, and yet don’t belong?
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