HOME

Have you ever stopped to think where home is??  Normally people don't, they just know.  Though for me, it's a question that runs through my mind constantly.  Especially within the past few months.  Something that is beginning to strike me is that home for me is in other people's heart. It's not a longitude and latitude of a certain area or city, (although there are those certain cities that make my heart come alive), it's when I am with certain people or talking with certain people, I feel at home.  A sense of relief shoots through my body like as if it has been a long day and at a moment I can breathe because I have walked into the atmosphere called home.  I guess that's what it is.  A certain atmosphere that people carry that makes me feel at home.  An atmosphere that is extremely similar to the one I carry.

I used to think that the saying, "Home is where the heart is", was so cliche.  However, I am understanding that it is so true.  My heart is to be in and steward the heart of others. So when I am doing that with the people I love most, I am at home.  So home to me is all around the world.  The world is home.  Not where I live or lay my head at night.  It's your heart.  So thank you for your heart and your dreams, because without them, I am homeless.