london

part of me stayed o­n the ground last august when i left england -- an island drenched with more culture and history per square inch than canada could ever muster out of its whole country. maybe its partly the events of last week, but something has unsettled me again, unsettled my heart for the hearts of the british. unless you've been overseas, you couldn't understand how i feel about the places i've been. as the end of last week unfolded, that sense of 'home' i felt in england was threatened and somehow im left wanting to go back 'home' even more... i very much believe God is confirming his desires in me. ergo i'm a bit anxious to be taken back whenever God leads. so many things in my life are now no longer a matter of 'if' but 'when'... and right now i need a shitload of patience.
ahh...