I also found a new chord stricken inside. I found that I missed teamwork and camaraderie. At work, I'm lucky if anyone talks to me through the course of the day, not counting the sometimes enormous amount of email messages asking for me to do this or that. After 8 hours of cubical duty, I find an open spot on a metro car and ride a silent few miles to my station. Then, a dash home to spend the remainder of my day in a half-empty apartment. My own woven stories just make me feel more lost. Teamwork on the schooner or painting picket fences, on the other hand, are the kinds of things that make me feel "in place." "Destroy the place and you destroy the person." -Heretics of Dune, page 33
I have no right to complain, as I have many people who send me email, call, or keep me in their prayers, but this often-lonely urban lifestyle is occasionally draining to a preacher's daughter from central PA who is used to the warm country and warm company of home.
So, I strike off a few notes on the mandolin, look up crewing jobs on ASTA, heat up another cup of tea, walk about the room in my Signal Corps kepi, and consider taking out the binoculars to look out at the moon from my balcony. It's just a passing mood.
This all just goes to remind me that my true home isn't here yet; it's coming (Revelation 21). I'm not the only one waiting (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17) :) In the meantime, I can talk to my Father anytime and about anything (1 Peter 5:7). And in this waiting time, He's given us many letters to read in Scripture. I wonder what He will say when I finally get to meet Him in person?