Where I Live

I guess I’ve always been somewhat of a homebody – preferring the comforts of familiar, rather than seeking adventure.

It’s not that I don’t like to explore new places, I do.

Just not for very long.

I definitely enjoy getting away on vacation, sightseeing, relaxing, visiting with family and friends, but it doesn’t take long before my heart and mind start thinking about home, and soon, I can’t wait to be there again.

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Home is so much more than walls with windows and a roof overhead, and more than a series of rooms with places to sit.

Home is the place where I belong, where I am loved and needed.

It's the place where I read bedtime stories to my children and tucked them in at night with a kiss and a song, it’s where I’ve watched them grow, where my husband and I have grown this family together, and where our love has grown deeper for one another.

Home is where memories have been made, where meals have been shared, where beloved pets have lived and died, and where many, many tears have been cried.

Home is holidays and holy-days, holy moments spent in quiet devotion, reading the Word, and pouring out my heart in prayer to God.

Home to me, is a little bit of heaven here on this earth. 

But as much as I love my home, and give thanks to God for all that He has given me, it’s not my true home.

This world is not where I, or any of us, truly belong.

We were made for more. . .

So much more!

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My Father’s house has many rooms; 

if that were not so, 

would I have told you that I am going there 

to prepare a place for you? 

And if I go and prepare a place for you, 

I will come back and take you to be with me 

that you also may be where I am.

  – John 14:2-3

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There is a home waiting for me in heaven – a place that Jesus is preparing especially for me.

I think of that place often and wonder just what it will be like.

He knows my heart, my desires, all of the things that bring me joy. He made this heart in me that longs to be home, this homebody heart. . .

And one day, He will delight to show me my beautiful, everlasting. . .

forever home.

*Joining a wonderful group of photographers and writers this month in the Circle of Faith in Words and Image blog circle as we explore the topic, Where I Live. Find all the links here:



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