Going back home for more than a weekend means.
I don't quite know what it would mean. After this year. yet.
It wouldn't take much though to be reminded what it meant. What it has meant.
So much baggage.
So much brokenness.
What would it look like...
Surrounded by reminders that only He can heal.
Surrounded by my own brokenness.
I am not confident in being a light.
But it's not my light.
It's never been mine.
It would have been gone out long ago, if I had any.
