My Heartland

My Land
You are the song ever singing in me
And you are the heart ever true
For you are my land and you always will be
The voice ever calling me home to you

Whenever I'm asked where I'd like to go if I could travel anywhere, or where I'd like to serve my mission, my answer is always Ireland. Then I'm given one of two responses- "Ireland is beautiful!" OR *person looks at me like I'm some kind of messed up weirdo alien thing* "...Ireland? Why?" Well, I'm not very good at explaining why, but I'll do my best. I'll try and show you how I feel at the thought of it.

That yearning when you've wanted something so badly that you know you can't be completely happy without it- That's my Ireland. That longing for a warm embrace and peace in your soul- That's my Ireland. The moment when a song brings tears to your eyes because it speaks of home to your heart- That's my Ireland. The beautiful, soft something that's calling you, telling you that it's where you belong- That's my Ireland. The joy of having a friend always- That's my Ireland. That feeling when you know that God loves you- That's my Ireland.

I don't really expect you to fully understand why I feel this way, but you very well may. I think everyone has a heartland, whether they've figured it out or not. We all have a place where our hearts belong, where we need to be. Ireland is mine. Even if it isn't what I've dreamed of, it's still my heart. I'll go there someday, I know it. Find your heartland. Find the place that you think of when you hear music that truly speaks to you. Find the place that makes your face light up at the slightest thought of it. Find home, and go there.