Article January 5, 2009 Issue

Finding my way home

BY BEV HAWLEY

Years ago, we lived in a state far from extended family. We'd been moving frequently for about ten years, and I longed to "go home" so that our children could be closer to their grandparents.

It wasn't that we didn't have great friends and neighbors right where we were. It was just that we were at a crossroads. My husband had a choice—either take on a new career in the state where we were living or return to the family-owned business where our parents lived. The most desirable choice seemed clear to me.

But I knew I had to get my desires out of the way so that we could all be guided in the right direction. As I prayed my way through a tremendous longing for home, I began a period of spiritual study on this topic that would last for several months.