I've spent two years taking in the whole city from this oversized window. From it I could see life happening far away below a cluster of hills. I watched from the safety of a retirement community across a state line; a place that felt comfortable to me, like a worn-out pair of jeans.
I didn't have a better answer so I never questioned it.
Now that I do... to step out, to move... to not fear what will become of this? If God is in control, what do I have to be afraid of?