My Home

When I think of home, I think of the kindness from my family and the love that flows through the hallway and the gentle freedom I have in a wonderful home in a wonderful country. Home is also a place to feel God’s love and kindness. Home is much more than this. Sometimes home is a loving family a roof over the head and the feeling of peace and God’s love. To me that’s all I need. My Home is a relaxing space, but some are not. Home is where I know I am being heard and am hearing God’s word and flowing through my veins. To feel the real feel of home is a roof and a loving family with God’s word filling my house. With laughter and friends to fill the empty space and just to enjoy the wonderful life I have in my wonderful house. Again, to me that’s all I need.