You know you’ve got it bad when you think about changing your profile picture very often, but you’re so attached to that place and time that you can’t. The terrible thing is that it matters so much. Who contemplates changing a facebook profile picture? Why does it matter so much? Is it because when I change the picture it will feel like I’m forgetting what happened there and am leaving those memories behind? Part of me knows that I need to do it, to let it go, to recognize what God did there but move on to what He’s doing now, and another part doesn’t want to move on because what was there, those memories, those people, the family and the way I saw God work, it was perfect. It was a summer that I won’t soon, or ever, forget, but a simple little act of changing a picture seems slightly impossible. Homesickness. Homesick for family. Frustration. Frustrated with indecision. I want to go back to that time, but I want to be here in what is now. I don’t want my here and now to think that I am not recognizing them, and I don’t want my then and there to think that I’ll be forgetting them. There is a tear in my heart between here and there and I seem to have forgotten how to sew.