The place we now call "home"
Home is walking through the door to a warm embrace and dogs licking my feet. Home is hearing shouts of "Mama" after an evening away and trying not to trip over little arms and legs. Home is my Meemaw's shadow box hanging on the wall, a sweet memory of a loved one who is now in her eternal home.
One of the most important things moving has taught me is that the dwellings we call "home" here on earth are temporary. My prayer is that no matter where the future takes us, my family will feel home in the very essence of their being, no matter the place... because of the security that they have in God and the love they feel when they walk through the door.
"In my Father's house are many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you."