It has recently come to my attention that I have been living my life as though I am and Island. Alone, self-sustaining, asking help from no one. And that is all kinds of wrong. I have been co-existing with my roommates, not living in community and fellowship. I have been co-existing with my coworkers, instead of affirming and uplifting them.
I am so tired of being an Island.
I am so tired of living in a home where we function as our own indepent islands, floating around in our own little worlds, saying hi and bye a few times a week in passing.
I crave community, I crave the messy way families live together, in a jumble of emotions and things and dreams. I miss coming home. Because my house doesn't feel like home.
Someday, my house will be a home. And it will be a haven for those who need it. It will be a place that calls to the soul and comforts the hurt. It will be filled with laughter and smell like sunshine.
Someday I will no longer be an island.
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