These last two days I have been visiting my brother in good ol' Miami. I haven't seen in him nearly 6 months so it was definitely a much needed trip. I have missed him and Miami so much, and I definitely needed some time there, even if it was a mere 24 hours. While I was there I made the very familiar trip down to Homestead, to the ministry center I have volunteered at for 7 years, Open House Ministries. When I walked in the director (a very dear family friend who has known me since I was 4) gave me a huge hug and said "Welcome Home." That is exactly how I feel about OHM. Since my family has moved to the Tampa area, I have really felt displaced, and I have held on to Miami. Today, I realized that is, in a large part, because of OHM. The families, and children I have met and gotten to know in that community are a HUGE part of my life, and a huge part of my heart. It was so good to be there today, and hug the people who have nurtured, encouraged, and affirmed my calling to the mission field, and seen me grow from the know-it-all 13 year old to the semi-know-it-all 20 year old that I now am. The bitterness hit as I was leaving and I realized that this will be the first summer in 7 years that I will not, in some fashion, be volunteering, or even present in Homestead. Though I know God has called me to Brooklyn, I will miss Homestead. I know this is what I need. I am a firm believer that God does not call us to be "comfortable." He calls us to grow in faith and in deed, and in order for growth to happen we have to step outside of ourselves and acknowledge His power, love, mercy, and grace. Homestead is where I am comfortable, it is a part of me. It is what I love, but I need to step outside of myself and allow God to break my heart for Brooklyn, so that he can use me for His glory.