Just spent a week back in Rochester at my church (www.tfhny.org) and catching up with friends practically every second of every day. I drank enough coffee this week to last me a year. Played and sang at my church. Went to Saturday morning prayer. And it felt like finding an oasis in the middle of a desert. There’s something so unexplainably refreshing about being back at my church.
Leaving Rochester once again feels like heartbreak to me. I know I’ll be back in a few months, but it’s hard to not be there every weekend. My heart is there in so many ways, yet I am more thankful than words can express for this year of traveling full-time. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
(Random tidbit: I’ve come up with a great answer for when I meet people and they ask what I do. My answer? “I’m a professional nomad.” Pretty accurate, right? 🙂 Thank God I have a home to return to when I’m done nomad-ing.)
So here are just a few of the incredible people who speak such truth and life into me, who I had the privilege of visiting with this week.