My Special Place Called HOME

When I was little, I had a fire in my house. It was caused by our dryer, it over heated and set on fire. This was in the summer so thankfully while our house was getting rebuilt we could just go to our cabin. At the time we had a new baby boy, a two year old me, two big dogs, a Mom, and a Dad all cooped up in a little house. When the builders came and fixed our house they fixed it so well that we could sell it for enough money to get a new big house. So, because of that fire God blessed us with a new nice house. I find it amazing what God can do with daily life. At home I can be me, all sides of me. At home I feel like people understand me in ways other people don't. They don`t guess about my personality. I have one brother, a mom and a dad. Me and my brother like to have tickle fights and bug each other, with love of course. In my room I do crafts like painting, sketching, and coloring. I also love reading in my cozy bed with my cozy blankets. My family and I love making jokes and teasing each other. At my home I feel accepted, loved, and forgiven. Every night me and my family either read devotions or get to know each other better. To me my home feels like a place where I can be myself and feel well at home. Sometimes when I get home I can smell the amazing smell of bacon. Me and my whole family all love bacon. But what I like most about my home is the opportunity to spend time with my family.