Home is where the heart is!
Where and what does home mean to you? I've been thinking about this lately. Home to me is not the house I live in, or the things that fill my house. Sure, I love my house, and all of the things in it, especially family photographs, things that belonged to my Mom, things the kids made, and gifts from special people in my life. But when I think of home, I think of my husband and children. Home would be anywhere that we were all together. What really makes a home is the love that is shared within the walls of the structure. Home to me is a warm embrace from my husband, a family dinner, a snuggle with my dog, and many other "moments". I can honestly say that there is no other place I'd rather be than at home. Home is my safe place, my happy place, my haven. Home should grant confidence, should not be judging, should always be understanding and uplift hopes and dreams. Home should be a place to relax, let your guard down, show your emotions, be silly, and have fun. You know that feeling, after a trip or vacation, of coming home and you instantly feel relieved? I always have that feeling, even after being gone for just a few hours. Is your home your safe place? Your haven? I've always thought that people who never want to be home are still searching for that place that makes them feel happy.
Just a thought to ponder, what's the first thing that pops into your head when you think of home? The first thing I think of is love and security.
My prayer for you is that you will always have a place to call home!
It takes hands to build a house,
but only hearts can build a home.
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