There is something about home. It doesn’t matter where I am, how wonderful it may be, and how much fun I may be having, at some point, I long for home. Furthermore, when I am struggling, hurting, or in pain at a location other than home, I feel desperate to get back to my haven.
Home is familiar. Home is feels safe. Home is a place of rest. Home offers freedom.
Today was a rough day. As Drake, Jessie, and I were driving in the car, I blurted out, “I just need to go home!” And when I walked in the door the floodgates of my heart opened up. I crawled into bed, curled up with one of my favorite photos of Jud, and sobbed it out—letting all the restless, stirred emotions flow.
Where else could I do that, but home?
Yet as I sobbed in the safety and freedom of my current place of dwelling, I realized that I was actually not home. My soul was crying out for more. My soul was crying out for my true home—the home being prepared for me by my Heavenly Father. The home where I will be whole. The home of true rest where I will be forever safe and free. The home where all pain will be no more.
Home is where your heart is…my heart is in heaven with my Savior and my son, that is my home.
I can’t wait to be home!