On Sunday we had Branch Conference, and the District President, President Dyre gave the lesson. He started the class with a question, “Where is your home?” and followed up with “Where is your heart?” I didn’t dare answer because my heart immediately went to a storage unit in Cedar City, Utah. It certainly wasn’t at unit 88 of Ansheng Gardens in Shanghai, China, even though I spend a lot of time with my children there and even some time with my husband there. Through the course of the discussion, Pres. Dyre made the point that our home and our heart should be with our husbands. THAT I liked. THAT was something my heart could latch on to. THAT was something that could trump that ache in my heart for everything we’ve left behind.
Prayer answered, peace found, goal given.
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I hear ya! My heart is with my family, but I long to move my family somewhere else. I don't miss nay stuff, since we have what we need, but I long for associations and community that meet our needs. My attempts at building community here have met brick walls at almost every turn.
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