iii. to my sydney, you brave boy

home, home, home.

I have always loved the sound of those words, but they have never been truly real for me. Only tastes. Glimpses. Home! I call your name, but your strong hands have not found mine. There was a boy with a gentle heart and in his, I felt a beat like yours. And my tall, too-talented friend walked in understanding. In his shoulders bore my lonely heart and spoke love.

they are some of the bravest men I have ever met. I know sometimes you will be afraid that you cannot measure up and I gotta be honest - you won't. ha. Stop wrinkling your nose at me! Because you know that True Strength comes from Christ. And in Him is all you need. So there is no need to "measure up," you silly boy. 

home. oh my warm, lovely home. I feel like someone told me to stop looking for you, but here I will stand, steadfast with my flags, raising them until you are with me. Though my eyes waver from the left to the right, His mighty strength will set my gaze heavenwards. For I am weak, but He is strong.

May He pour out His mercy upon us because this is a mighty ache for Home and the wait has been pressing upon my heart. Eyes Up, home. Those are hard words as we sail on. We pass many islands, but none of them meant for us. And it'll be okay, for He is with me, a true and brave sailor, bringing me to You.

home. someday I'll be there.
until then, my sights are set.
He is good. 

x\ 

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