Dear God, please make teleportation a reality

In 25 days I’ll be in Prescott, and won’t be coming back to Ogden for about four months. I’m very torn about this. I really want to go home, because I miss it and my family dearly. I've been more homesick this year than I ever was last year. And honestly, I’m tired of my dorm right now. Not to mention Arizona is about a million times better than Utah. Utah has bad drivers, depressing winters, and a really weird culture in general. It’s beautiful, but it’s just not home. And it never will be. 

This past week I was with friends socializing every day. That may not sound like a big deal, but if you knew how much of an introvert I am, you’d understand. Today I was pretty exhausted and spent some much needed time alone to recover. But you know what? I wouldn’t have wanted this week to have gone any other way. My family here is incredible. To watch Love work through them is about the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. Sometimes I think about how all of our lives were planned in such a way that we would meet, and to me that’s a pretty clear display of God’s power. Then I wonder what my life would look like if I hadn’t come to Utah, and my heart breaks a little. 

Here’s the problem with the socializing thing: your relationships grow stronger. So here I am loving every minute I spend with everyone, and then in just three weeks, that’s all going to be gone. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to see my P-Town friends, go to P-Mountain, and drive around town drinking icees. It’s just that I feel like the climax of friendships are happening right now, and then I’m going to leave. Yes, there’s the FB and texting and letters, but those will never come close to replacing time spent with people just hanging out at a coffee shop. 

These crazy people are a huge part of my life, and to not have them there at least four days a week is going to be strange. Honestly, I just don’t like the idea at all. My Utah family walked with me through this season of preparation and waiting, and not having them there for what I was getting ready for is kind of scary to think about. It’s not that I’ll be alone back home, but the relationships I have here are different. Here people know what being an ISTJ means and that I’m a gifts and words of affirmation person. They also know that I’m not a physical touch person. So they ask first if it's ok for them to put their hand on my shoulder, and that itself brings more comfort to me than I can explain. 

God’s Love is present in both my Arizona and Utah families, but it works in different ways in each of them. In order to get through this summer I know I’m going to need to rely on God and others in ways that I haven’t before. And I really wish my Utah family could be in Arizona so that could happen. 

Philippians 1:3-4

I give thanks to my God at every remembrance of you, 

praying always with joy in my every prayer for all of you