To Fit

I'm writing this post while sitting in the livingroom of my parent's house. This is my first time back home since I arrived at Providence in August. And I was stuck with a rather odd feeling, the feeling that I don't fit here anymore. It's move than not fitting in, I am completely out of the loop. I have no idea who's who among the high schoolers, or what the latest small town gossip is. I don't know the people I sat next to in my home church are, and the most frightening part was that they didn't know who I was either.

Maybe the old saying, "you can't go home again is true." I sometimes wish that my life back at home was waiting for me, exactly as I left it. Perhaps the sometimes cruel way that life does go on without us is God's way of saying, "I have something else for you. I don't intend for you to fit anymore." But I do want to fit. I want to be a piece in some great puzzle of a beautiful landscape. And if I don't fit in my home town any longer, where is it that I am supposed to fit?