There’s a lot of time on a 10-hour plane ride to reflect. (And watch movies if we’re being honest here…) My reflection was on return. What does it mean to return?
There is something bittersweet about return. On the one side there is the joy of being reunited with my husband, of being back in my own space, on the side there is the return to a place where I don’t always feel I belong.
The past two days have shown me a grace-filled return–reminders that “identity is not a place you live at, but a person you live in.”
My cousin Judi lives, works, and raises a family in Moscow. Initially raised in the small town where I was born, her sense of place has expanded to include Massachusetts, Texas, and Moscow. She is someone whom I respect and love, someone whom I don’t get to spend enough time.
Two days ago a quote she posted on social media challenged me in a beautiful way. I quickly took it and created a visual, to remind myself that grace has indeed visited. Enjoy and thank you Judi!
How has grace visited you this week?
