I believe it’s a saying. “You can’t run away from your troubles, they just follow you.”
That’s how I feel about being home again. Not that I had trouble troubles.
My room, for example. I leave and come back, and it still desperately needs a spring cleaning. So far I’ve filled a whole trash bag of clothes to give away. I view that as real progress! Baby steps.
Thursday night, I jumped right back in to leading worship for a young ladies’ bible study. My little brother and I were also immediately recruited to house cleaning that same day, after we got back. I was assigned to clean bathrooms and showers. He was assigned to go pick up the left over branches of what used to be a beautiful oleander that my dad had hacked to a stump while we were away. I still don’t know why. My mom also said we’d be vacuuming every day in order to catch up on what cleaning my dad didn’t do, to which my little brother replied.
“Man, we’re only here a day and already. . ” He mimed cracking a whip. It made me laugh.
All this being said, my point is: things will stay the way you leave them. So when you come back, you still have to deal with it.
