At Home

I went to a barbecue this evening at the home of one of the elders in my church. I am not one to particularly enjoy social gatherings, and honestly I rarely look forward to them. I prefer the heart to heart of more intimate encounters as opposed to the typical party conversation centered around the weather, how quickly the summer has flown, the MLB wild cards, or the Broncos.

Tonight was different. I was thoroughly looking forward to being at this BBQ. I was looking forward to the connection that exists between so many of the people, and the genuine concern that each has with the heart of the person standing next to them--regardless of whether or not they're acquainted. Maybe it's partially because of who I have become that I allow myself to trust (I honestly am amazed by the extent to which God has grown me through the love I experience with Kel), but I feel that I have finally found my home in Denver. I have finally found a place that my heart feels safe without any need of that fact being articulated.

Daily I am learning to love better and more honestly, and daily I am feeling that love returned. To say that I'm excited about my Denver family would be the understatement of the year. What a sweet, sweet blessing.