Where Love Lives, the Dwelling is Called ‘Home’

After Emma got enough money to buy the house she always dreamed of, it had everything: strong walls, new paint, new furniture and a strong roof. After the celebration was over the keys were handed over but everything felt … quiet. Days passed. She ate there. She slept there. She watched TV but it felt empty. Not broken Not unfinished But it felt unoccupied. A few days later, her sister came to visit with her husband and two kids. They played, they cooked, they watched movies together, they argued a little bit and they prayed before bed. When they left, Emma noticed that everything felt different. The walls didn’t move. The furniture hadn't changed. But it felt warm and alive. That night, Emma understood something important. A house is built by bricks and beams, but a home is built by presence. A house is a building and a structure but a home is where love lives. In the end, home is not defined by its strong walls or secured roofs but by who is allowed to stay. A dwelling is created when presence is welcomed and love finds its place to dwell.