I'll Be Home for Christmas

I want to go home.

Do you ever feel as if home has some kind of safeguard around it? Like nothing's going to happen to you or that somehow everything is going to disappear because you're home? For some reason, I get that feeling when I roll back into my small town of Groveland. In the back of my head, I know that my problems, worries, etc. haven't gone away but at the same time, it seems as if the familiarity has melted everything away, at least for a bit.

I want to go home.

I want Christmas break to be here.

As much as I like my friends here at Bradley, Thanksgiving break showed me how much fun I have catching up with my group back from home. It showed me that no matter how much distance is between us during the year, we can always pick up right where we left off. It showed me that I have some of the best and most solid friends in the entire world. It showed me what real faithfulness, love, fun, and even forgiveness is.

I want Christmas break to be here.

But it's not about what I want. It never has been and it never will be. God doesn't work that way. It's about what He wants. Sometimes (actually, most of the time) I get mad about that. But then I realize that everyone and everything is far better off when it works that way...not that we have any control over it anyway.