I went home last week. I was there for a week. I adventured from LA to Mammoth, through Death Valley to Las Vegas, and as I always do when I travel, I didn’t relax at all. But, this time I brought someone home with me. My boyfriend and I flew on an airplane, and he went further west than he’s ever gone before. It was easily one of the biggest adventures I’ve ever been on.
I’ve never taken a boyfriend home before. I’ve never traveled anywhere with a boyfriend. And now he’s met almost everyone. We spent time with at least three of my closest friends, my dad, and my brother. We went to the top of Mammoth Mountain and took photos. We ate tri tip. We drove through Death Valley. We went from the cold to the heat.
While in Mammoth, we attended the Lighthouse Conference. Most people know that Lighthouse is the Global Church family that I attended while living there. There were words given. There was music played. There was community and food shared. It was so good to be home. It made me miss church.
Not that I haven’t been attending church here in Alabama. I have. But I have disengaged. I hear far too much about the church politics. I analyze the words without ever hearing them. I am tired.
I brought a boyfriend home. Because I’m in love with him. And I fell in love with life again. I fell in love with community again. I fell in love with God again. I tried something new, and I’m pretty sure I’m okay with it.