My heart is heavy. I know what it means to miss my family, my language, and my church. Longing has become a familiar feeling. I think the hardest of it is the sense of hopelessness pulling on my spirit, the realization that "home" is still a very long way off.
Even as I write, I'm hearing all the counter-arguments in my head. I'm too tired for them today, too tired to be insincere or talk my way out of these tears. Tonight I think I just need to let these emotions of longing and loneliness wash over me and let God find real me where I really am.