As I've been living in various places I find myself questioning, "Where is home?" When I moved items into my Chicago apartment, I ensured Scott, ok- maybe myself- that home is always in Madison, with Scott. Yet, when I talk to classmates about where I am going after class, I find myself blathering out a long explanation about going to 'the apartment.'
Do these pithy quotes define what is 'home'; "Home is where your heart is." and, "Home is where you rest your head." What about the fact that Jesus was constantly on the move during his 3 years of teaching, preaching and making disciples? What do I say now that I essentially have 3 places where I can rest my head during the summer; an apartment in Chicago, the lower level of a house in Rochester MN and my home in Madison WI. First off is the fact that I am unbelievably fortunate to have so many places to rest my head. Second is the fact that each place has it's own personality, and honestly each place surprisingly serves me in a way which I need to be served. Served, cared for and loved. I believe I have just answered my own question. Each place is home because each I am cared for and loved at each one.
Second week of CPE, (Clinical pastoral education) is going very well. I have started clinicals, and am working on goals along with this week's reflection paper. I have to say, my peers do make us into an outstanding group of students. We quickly got over the first two days of shyness and quietness. We now laugh easily, and most importantly laugh at ourselves. I truly believe we will continue to be a cohesive group and will continue to learn from each other and grow as people.