One more look at Facebook before I roll over and turn the lights out. It's 11:45 pm here and morning there. What would I be doing if I was there? I let my mind wander to the possibilities. Maybe taking a walk up the street to say good morning to the nice couple at the bakery. Remembering that when I ask "how are you" I will get a true answer of what is going on in their lives. I could be walking along the Rhine river enjoying the morning air and the atmosphere around me. Maybe looking at a bus schedule to take me someplace new. Talking with the people that at first meeting felt like family. Our language being only a small barrier between us as we both stumble to talk different languages. The kind man at the city market that wanted us to taste the fruits of his country.
The beauty of a country that in all my years growing up was held as a bad place with horrible people. My heart is there and I can not forget those images of not just a country, but people that were so kind to an outsider. I guess that's why the song "I left My Heart In San Francisco" comes to my mind so often. I believe that a part of my heart is still in Germany. A country that I felt very much at home, but I am learning that my true home is in Heaven and not on this earth. I will go where He wants me to go and do what He wants me to do. Until the day I truly go home.
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