Frenemies? Or God’s children?
I didn’t want to go back. I’d taken a semester away during college—living in another city and working two jobs in publishing. It had been one of the best experiences of my life, and even though I loved my school, I was not looking forward to returning.
Mainly it was a friend thing. My friends at school were sometimes unpredictable—unexpectedly excluding me or making me feel bad about myself. It had happened a lot the year before, and it was even harder to think of returning to those dynamics now that I had a group of friends in my new city who didn’t act that way.
One day, the week before I had to leave, I was lamenting my departure yet again when a line from a hymn stopped me in my mental tracks: “Father, where Thine own children are, / I love to be” (Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p. 13).
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