I live in a fairly big house. My Home smells of freshly made pasta and cookies. It sounds like a normal house but is usually quiet. Home to me is a place where you feel respected and loved. Home is place where you feel safe. Where you can recharge and you can play. You can climb trees or play tag. Home is a place where you are free.
And then think about the people who do not have a home. Think about the people that can not afford to eat. They can not feel free because they are trapped in a curse on the inside of them. But they have one thing… Hope. Courage that can keep them going. I hope that soon everybody homeless can have a home.
P.S. I love Habitats for Humanity! I think it is a great idea.