I can remember Kindergarten, maybe a bit before that. Always, my God-Sized Dream has been to Come Home. My father was a Marine Corps officer; it seemed like our little family of four was all we had. We put down roots. We uprooted. We went where we were sent.
My parents planted in New Orleans for the last time when I was in high school. I grew up. I went to college. I got a job. I got married. So much change.
I have always craved the feeling of coming home. Driving down the tree-lined street, steering around the familiar potholes, with my laundry basket and my books bouncing beside me…just for the weekend; this was my college experience. I finally knew what it felt like to Come Home.
Today a blogging dream is coming true. I am being featured over at God Sized Dreams! Read the rest over there…