Home isn't always the place you receive your mail or the location of the property taxes you pay. And it isn't always the place you lay you head at night.
Home can not always be defined by bricks and mortar.
Home is a place where your heart rests. Where you find comfort and love. And a heart can have several homes.
My heart came home to Decatur, Alabama this Thanksgiving. As we all sat together last night, we commented that it just felt right. Like our hearts had come home.
As I plundered cabinets looking for a coffee cup and dug deep in the pantry to find my girl a snack and retreated upstairs for breathing treatments and nap time, I felt comfortable. I felt at home. No pretenses. No 'can you tell me where...?'. No 'do you mind if I...?'.
Just peace. Complete comfort.
Yes, your heart can come home to a place you have never seen. A place where your feet have never walked or your hands have never touched. But yet, the moment you arrive you know you've been here before.
'For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.'
As much as I feel at home today, I know these homes are just temporary. I long for the day when my heart arrives at my permanent home.
Until then, I give thanks for the places He has given me to call home.
Where does your heart feel most at home?
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