Home

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

To tell the truth, I want to go "home" in many ways today. Spring break is in two weeks, and I am SO excited about that- the past month and a half have been so upside-down that it feels sort of inconceivable (yes, I do know what that word means :)) that I get to go home.
But today, home also feels like going back... turning the clock back about three months. Back to when I was dreamily writing my English papers, waiting for a certain cute boy to get out of class... a boy I knew would be happy to see me, happy planning to come back for me when seminary was finally over. Now I write my papers in the snack bar, where I perhaps ought not to be since I know he'll be there eventually, with some silly greeting for me, or perhaps just a smile if nobody else is watching. A boy I know can't even carry on a normal conversation with me if we're not the only ones at the table, but if we are, still wants to know how my weekend was and if I had fun at the president's ball. A boy who has never been so consumed by his homework and so unfocused on the rest of his life. I wish I could make things stop spinning around for him, and make myself less wistful. Isn't it enough to know that God has something else planned for us both, and look forward excitedly to what that is? I know it is something good. I know it's best for me and best for Paul. So why am I so discontent today? I want to mend the hurt instead of waiting for my Lord to heal it.
God is good; and He is enough. I have discovered that the more time I spend in prayer and reading my Bible, the more I love it, and the more time I want to spend. He is really most essential, and more than that, He alone is enough. Home is in His presence, resting in the peace and the joy that He gives me, rejoicing in His love. May I not forget it again so soon.