So, here it goes...
Home is where the heart is. Or so the saying goes. I am realizing that my home is where my heart is.
My home is in my family’s house, at my church where my “extended family” is every Sunday, at the little bench where I’ve written so many poems, and there is a little bit of home in all the places that still hold a piece of my heart.
But, home is also somewhere that I can’t even imagine. There is an eternal home which the details of I can’t even fathom. Part of my heart is there, in heaven. There with the loved ones who’ve gone before me, there with the beauty and no sorrow, and ultimately there with my Creator. When my time on this earth is done, my home will be with Him.
So, home is where the heart is. Where does that have your home to be?