PEACE AND HEALING AFTER AN ATTACK

THE WHEELS OF THE PLANE were just touching down on the runway of a small island in the Caribbean, where I was going to work. As I looked out the window, the thought of "home" came to me very clearly. It was an unexpected thought since I hadn't made any friends yet and had no connections except to the one person who'd hired me. I'd used the word home in reference to my hometown where my family lived and several other cities where I lived for long periods of time, but who knew what lay before me here? However, I was grateful to hear the message and felt it must be from God, that home was always with me as a spiritual idea, complete and welcoming.

I jumped right into the daily activities of being a new teacher, learning a new culture, having a new roommate. There was so much to do, and although there were struggles and a period of adjustment, I came to feel like I was living in paradise.

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