This line from a song is playing in my head:

'If they asks for the sign of the Father in you, tell them its movement, movement, movement' mwY

And then I'm listening to this song a lot...

In Exile, by: Thrice

I am in exile, a sojourner
A citizen of some other place
All I've seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror
But I know, one day we'll see face to face

I am a nomad, a wanderer
I have nowhere to lay my head down
There's no point in putting roots too deep when I'm moving on
Not settling for this unsettling town

My heart is filled with songs of forever
The city that endures when all is made new
I know I don't belong here, I'll never
Call this place my home, I'm just passing through

I am a pilgrim, a voyager
I won't rest until my lips touch the shore
Of the land that I've been longing for as long as I've lived
Where they'll be no penalties anymore

My heart is filled with songs of forever
The city that endures when all is made new
I know I don't belong here, I'll never
Call this place my home, I'm just passing through

So whether you're reaching up, reaching in, our reaching out; always keep on moving because stagnation kills the soul.

written by  afrikawasbeer on October 19, 2009 from Rosso, Mauritania
from the travel blog: Traveling Africa Overland
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hey this showed up on the first page when i came to log into my account. just wanted to say thanks, im studying abroad for the semester and have been having a hard time away from home, and i found great hope in your post. so thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for having a large part in keeping my head up :)

written by  Taryn Hawkins on October 21, 2009

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jis jou ou yster, dit is n legend stukkie!

written by  johan borman on October 21, 2009

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hey man...what a song to keep in your heart!Enjoy passing through on this journey called life ...the best of the best till we see the REST!
LOVYAMAN!

written by  Lorraine Fieuw on October 22, 2009

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