I've been missing Georgia a lot lately. A lot.
Everywhere I look in Western Pennsylvania reminds me of it. My body is here, my mind tells me to be thankful for my lovely home and life, but my heart and my spirit are somewhere else. The longing aches and is always in the background of whatever I do.
I really am starting to get concerned. Something in this scenario isn't right. While on my bike ride today I finally realized what it is...
I've been looking at everything through a peach-tinted lens. If I were to make a comparison list, everything beautiful would go on the Georgia side, while all the uglies would be listed under Pennsylvania. But that isn't true or right. I couldn't seem to shut it off until I began to understand something...
Everything beautiful, no matter where it is, belongs to God and is meant to be enjoyed in that moment. The moment, not a state, is the owner of that particular piece of loveliness. I think if I can just keep in this groove, I will find peace to enjoy what is in front of me, and not let the thief whose name is homesickness steal it away.
In that way, I am free to love both places, but maybe Georgia just a little bit more.
