Day by day, this fact becomes more evident. I see the signs. It’s the rocks. The trees. The sky. The earth seems to scream at me, “Go home.” But where is home? The house I live in? The town I grew up in? I have had the opportunity recently to take a step back and look at my life and what I am. And I see it so clearly. I don’t belong here.

But I have found my home. It is amongst those rocks. It is in those trees and under the sky. In nature I find a mere glimpse of God’s strength, beauty, power and wrath. In nature, I find God. There is a reason I don’t belong here. And the reason is God.