It's where I can totally relax, where I can sit and think.
It's where I can plan and dream about the future, and reflect on the past.
It's where I can welcome others. When people come I can share who I am and who they are.
It's where I can weep and where I can rage, if that's how life grabs me. And then I can dry my tears and recover my composure at my own pace.
It's where I can truly explore. I don't need to go anywhere else to learn about the world, new skills or new experiences, unless I want to.
When I leave these four walls I am secure in knowing that back here my home will be waiting for me.
To be homeless, to be a refugee, to be on the streets is unimaginable misery and those who have no real home are a worry to me, as are those whose home is a place of fear or abuse.
Thank God for my home!
Home is a very precious space. I thank God daily for my home too
ReplyDeleteI was thinking this about my home the other day when the warmth after a cold walk just felt like a hug.
ReplyDeleteHome has always been my safe place. A place where I can totally be myself.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I like your thoughts on how the interior of your home is rather private, a place to truly be you.
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