Sometimes I feel like my heart is scattered in spots all over the world, and it makes it complicated to know where to land and plant my feet.

Planting my feet is a scary thought.  Growing roots.  Sometimes I wonder if I will ever learn to stay.  But maybe staying has nothing to do with a location.  Maybe it has everything to do with human connection and hearts finding a home in one another.  That might be the definition I will work with when it comes to growing roots.  I get tired of the ache of missing people, but I never want to stop letting them into my heart.

I also wonder about thin places, that small space between heaven and earth that I so often miscalculate.