five. revisited.

revisited. my last post. i knew as soon as i posted it, that i would regret it. and i did, even as soon as an hour later i looked back and realized that all of that frustration is not necessary in that form. i believe what i meant was this... i yearn to be with the broken, God's children, those hungry and oppressed. i want to love. i just don't feel like where i need to be is here, but i am not in as huge of a hurry as i seem to leave. eventually though, i will wander to his people. or maybe they will find me?