Oh. My heart…

It was so worth the 20 years it took to come back here.

I can’t even put into words yet all that I felt. I really can’t. It’s so overwhelming and so much to process. But I have what I came for, I feel like in a way I was able to tell my childhood here goodbye, and this has been one of the biggest events in my life.

Truly. I’ll never forget it.

I’ll write it all down later – things happened here that had God’s hand all over them. One thing I wanted to share was how it was almost exactly the way I remembered it. Scenes in my head I’d replayed for so long were real – none of it was distorted or changed. I was so thankful for that, and it hit me again hat an impact living here must have had on me. No where else we ever lived made me feel this way.

So thankful I came here and got to share these moments with Erika.

My home:

The church next to us. My dad was the pastor:

Erika and me on the back porch:

Lots of tears. Healing ones. I’ll share the rest soon. But I couldn’t sleep till I told at least a little.

I think I found one of the missing pieces of my heart by coming back.