Home

Being home is good for me. I currently have seven drafts of blogs...all ideas that I've thought of in the last few days. I've never before had so many ideas at one time, nor have I had the time to write.

I've also had more time with my family than I can ever recall. My dad recently had surgery so he is home all of my Christmas break. My older sister is done with school and my younger sister is on break. My mom is a homeschool mom and she is on break too. So we are all home, together.

Celebrating Christmas this year has looked a little different. We have been busy, but not very busy. The cold has been going around so no one has felt like doing much. Instead we sit around and talk. We watch the Sound of Music together. We watch VHS recordings of our family's favorite music group, the Gaithers, together. We're home, and we're together.

Being home has been a wonderfully resting, refreshing and joyful time.

But home is sometimes a confusing topic. Growing up, my family would go on roadtrips, pick a state park, setup camp, and see the sights. Then at the end of each day, exhausted and hungry after walking through Arlington or Plimouth, we would return "home" to the camper. When I go back to Grace I feel like I'm going home. Home to dear friends, my dear roommate, my dear classes, professors, memories, and campus. When I go home to my family I know I'm going home to a house with my dear family, my own room, and dear friends living nearby.


One of my favorite family photos: My family at our home on earth...with our banana tree.

But I have another home, a home I don't think about very often. This home is heaven. I can't exactly explain heaven, but what I do know about it is good. I know God is there and I know it's where I truly belong. What a home, a home I myself have no right to claim, but by the grace of God, Heaven is my True Home. Here's a song by Buddy Greene that really sums up what I'm trying to say.