When I was talking with my sister today, she asked the same question that everyone is wondering – where am I going to move to when I leave my parents’ house. It actually is my house, but I continue to think of it as my parents’. The answer to that question is – – I don’t know. We talked about how I am so grateful to have a wonderful community here with family, friends, neighbors, and church. It would be hard to move to a place where I would have to start building that all over again. My sister did exactly that when she moved to the east coast. Not only that, but she got sick and was holed up in her house for months. But, now that she’s feeling better and has more time, she has been plugging into groups and getting to know more people in their community. It is so important for a person’s well-being to have people around you who you can count on and who accept you for who you are. I am glad she is building up a community in her new home now. And it gives me much to consider when the time comes for me to move. But that is not for today.

I Found God today realizing the importance of community.