A beautiful light over the horizon

Yesterday was one of those days that just sits well in your soul.
Do you know the days I'm talking about?

I think it had something to do with the fact
that the air was clear
and the sun came out from behind the clouds.

It's getting lighter.
I have seen a sunrise two days in a row now.
And the mountains echo gloria.

Besides light, there was love.
It was my last day at work,
and I could feel how loved I am there
and how I will be missed.

It is a nice thing to know that you are missed.
Bittersweet, I suppose.
But still
to know that I have touched a heart
and to know
that there will be a small
Meg-shaped hole
and that my heart will have a small hole
where that person was
is sweet and beautiful
and the way that it is supposed to be, I think.
We are supposed to live together
in friendship and love
so that it is hard to leave.

And I know
that when the time comes
I will miss Salt Lake.
It's funny.
I didn't think I would.
But now--
well, I had a friend tell me
that she believes
that "home is wherever God leads you."
And I feel that to be right.
It feels right to me.
And Salt Lake
has become home to me.
I am grateful to be here
I am grateful for my experiences here
I am grateful for my friends here
I am grateful to love and to be loved here.

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if you do it right, you'll love where you are. 


Song of the day: "93 Million Miles," by Jason Mraz