favorite jeans

I have been back in Waco for a few days now. It has been wonderful; actually it has been surreal. At moments it feels as if I have not been gone at all and then at other times I realize how far away my new home really is. It has been refreshing and encouraging to be with people who know the depths of my soul.

I have been equating Waco as my favorite pair of jeans. You know the jeans that you can’t wait to put on. They are the jeans that you would wear for the rest of your life, but aren’t appropriate for all things. They are the jeans that make you feel beautiful and comfortable when you are having the ugliest of days. They are the jeans that even if your stomach has a pooch from too much thanksgiving, or your butt size has increased from running, or your thighs are bigger from… ok they are just bigger, they still fit. The jeans are forgiving. That is Waco. Waco still fits. It doesn’t fit like it did five months ago, but it still fits. It has room for the growth that I have experienced the last five months, and it is still a place that is comfortable and forgiving.