Home.

Fall break: After two months at Belmont, I've finally come home for a weekend. I was telling everyone before I left, "I'm not quite homesick, but I do miss home." Which is true.

But I've only been here for a couple hours and I'm already telling myself, "I missed the people, not the place." I was absolutely ecstatic to see my family, including both my dog and mom rushing out the garage door, and my sister who wouldn't admit that she really did miss me. I had a good long talk with my mom and dad about politics and my reignited faith at college, yet I realized that because I can better see God in my life, and can better see the places at home that hold bad memories. It frightens me that I can pinpoint exactly where I've sinned.

After a conversation with God, I know what needs to be done. I need to go to these places and put these evils to rest. I want to cast these sins away and progress in my faith, not regress. My past is important to me, but I can't live to my fullest if I don't lay my burdens down. It sounds a bit selfish, but if certain events continue to haunt someone for years after they occurred, peace needs to be made.

This break should be a break for me. I really want to enjoy myself while I'm here. Visit my friends and former teachers, stop at all my favorite records stores, catch up on some sleep, do some homework (gasp!). Father, my intentions are real, and I will submit myself to You.