Hopping

All my life I've struggled with trying so hard to find where I belong. I guess I've always tried to be a part of something; to have something that defines me. I am pretty good at some things, I'm pretty terrible at other things, but there isn't one thing that really defines me. I've never found something that I'm just really good at. I seem to float around. And because of that, I seem to float around to different places and different faces. Growing up I made myself an outcast at school because I feared rejection but the place I found comfort was church. I knew people there and I felt accepted. I've been in BC for two and a half years now and I'm still searching for a church where I can feel at home.
I suppose the only comfort I can take now is the truth that we as Christians cannot call this world our home. Because we are inhabitants something far greater. This "home" is only temporary and its our home in Heaven that really matters.
Cheesy moment over.
I really wish my church search could be over. Who knows, I might only be here for one more year, you never really know.