There's No Place Like Home

...Except until you might have to move back home after being away for four years. I really don't want to move back. There's nothing really here anymore except my family. The church I grew up at has told me I no longer go there. My "close friends" from home aren't the type that keep in touch or initiate with me. I'd be stuck in suburbia. I think what scares me the most about home is getting comfortable. I learned a lot about living incarnationally. Living amongst the people you love and serve. I've grown a heart for low income families and I dare say that God calls us to love and serve the poor. I don't see how living in suburbia gives me much credibility. I know I'm blessed to have a family that can support me and give me free housing, but what about people who don't have that opportunity? I really don't want to say I've spent 4 years learning about God's heart for social justice and a life that doesn't make sense to most of the world and then get comfortable living in white, affluent suburbia taking care of rich people's babies. I honestly have nothing against rich people or wealth, I promise. It's just not where my heart's at. I guess we'll see what happens. I know God is in everything and every decision, and where ever I end up (even if it's home), he can use all of that and even redeem and heal me in the process.