I had a very strange feeling this morning when I woke up, a feeling of confusion. The first thought that I had was "Where am I?" It took a moment to realize that I thought I was home. While this all may seem really random, it actually sort of makes sense to me. Last night I wanted to go home so badly. Rather, I wanted to go to a place of comfort and security. As I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I was praying about all the troubles that were on my mind. I was praying that I would have the strength to trust God that everything would work out. I feel like that when I was sleeping, God heard my prayers and gave me the grace to get through the things that were, and still somewhat are, bothering me. I know there are many other possible explanations, but I truely feel like that's what happened. Call it coincidence if you want. But I'll call it love.