Coming Home

Home is really improtant to me, I am realizing more and more how much I need to feel secure, to know that I have a place to go. Because of this, the past few months of hotel life have been a real challenge to me. But today I had the wonderful feeling of being home, the sensation passed over me for a brief moment, it didn't stay for very long, it was as if a great wave washed over me and then receded, leaving my spirit in this quiet. This evening I've been reveling in that wave, it meant a great deal to me. For 5 seconds this afternoon I had come home, and I had a peace in my heart for the rest of the day because of that. This memory of coming home will be treasured as a gift from the great "I Am."

Inspite of feeling unsettled while living in a hotel and moving into a rental and eventually moving into Our Home, I am beginning to realize that 'home' isn't so much a place as it is embracing where you are with all the strength which the Lord affords us. Home isn't a house and a garden, it takes a lot for me to say that because gardening is really important to me. But that isn't what makes a place home. Home is having my family around me, making card castles with my little sisters, baking deserts for the chocolate lovers in the home (we have quite a few of those around), or just spending a quiet moment praying and reading the word of God. I still don't have the sense of security that I so greatly desire, but in the scope of life, that's not what's important. I still haven't set roots into this new land, I can't quite say this is my home, though I need to be able to do that, but I have my family and they are the heart of home, I can feel safe knowing that Mama and Daddy are only 7 hotel rooms away, that they are going to provide the security that I need. But most importantly I can be home in my Savior, I can be home because my home is where Christ leads me, and I must be willing to follow that lead. The essence of home is not where you are but who you are sharing the place with.