“You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all.”
When you arrive in your new home, heart full of expectation and hope, and long for someone who understands you, you realize that belonging is a gift.
When you get off the plane in your passport country after months or years away, heart weary and worn, and you can’t figure out all the things that used to come easily, belonging feels illusive.
As we walk the journey of overseas life, the shape of our soul no longer fits neatly in the vessel it did before. We are changed, grown, refined through the process. Yet we still want a chair at the table, a place in the discussion, a smile and arms spread wide to welcome.
That’s what we offer you here this week as we explore the gift of belonging. May you find in these words, pictures and stories hope in your search to belong. Come explore with us at The Grove, and give thanks for those who create space for you by posting on Instagram with the hashtag #VelvetAshesBelong.