Home at Last

I've left Texas and moved home. It is so good to be home. It has been such an anxious, bitter wait to get here. I was desperate to come back to the place where it all started. All of my backsliding and my rebellion. I've sung in a song, "Redemption is right where we fell". It has been a constant battle my whole life long. The roots of this issue tracing into my childhood, into my very making. Can I be rid of this? I hope I can. I know I will be 100 years from now.