It's difficult to believe that I haven't been back to Southwest Texas in 37 years. I've been to New Mexico numerous times, and I've visited San Antonio and Houston, but how strange to not return to Lubbock. I'm reminded of the feelings John has when we visit Ireland--he's told me repeatedly that he feels a sense of peace there that he doesn't feel anywhere else, and he attributes that feeling to the Spirit of Elijah. It's the land of his forefathers. I believe I feel the same way about Lubbock. There was a comfort there that I haven't felt in a very long time. Everywhere else I've lived, I've felt like I need to curb myself. I need to watch what I say, or I stress about what to wear, or I frequently just feel like a stranger. But being back in Lubbock, I felt a sense of belonging. A sense that these are my people . One of the memorable moments of the entire trip came when Johannah said to me, "Mommy, being here, I can see...
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