Sunday, May 6, 2012


It always takes a while to really feel at home somewhere. And I don't mean the friends or knowing how to get around the city without the GPS, but that feeling deep down that says "this is just right, exactly where you belong right now." I had that moment the other day sitting at the stop light looking out over the Blue Ridge Mountains. Of course, I'm a Virginia girl and there is nothing I love more than some rolling farmland and those blue hills in the background. Virginia is always home for me, but it was a perfectly peaceful moment, a tender mercy from my Heavenly Father, to let me know I'm home.