Home is a place of residence-- Really? But what if you don't have one? What are we saying about those who can't afford a house-- a condo-- an or even an apartment? They sleep benieth the stars-- the stairs-- or a tent-- and they wish for a home. Do they not have one?
Home is a place of refuge-- Really? But what if your greatest enemy is a member of you own family? What if your house is so full of strife that you leave it to find refuge with a friend, at a bar, or in the arms of another woman.
Home is where your heart is-- But what if your heart is in two places? What if the heart is willing but your body is weak? What if you heart and your head are not in agreement?
Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other-- But what if they're not? What if you stare across the table, the living room, or the bed and you just aren't sure of the intentions, the motives, or the heart of the one you're staring at?
What if you don't even know WHAT is home-- let alone where it is? All I know is this:
"For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our city in heaven, which is yet to come."
And when I read this I'm happy because it means I'm not insane for having trouble finding a home in this world.
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1 comments:
Nice word, my friend (old or new).
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