So I'm at home right now.
But really I'm at my parents' house.
I have lived in 5 different towns, all of which had some kind of effect on me. I really don't know where I call home.
I've been told home is where the heart is. My heart goes out to places I have never even been. So how many homes am I allowed to claim?
In Joe Dirt, home is where you make it. I don't like to see homos naked, so I really don't know how that helps me.
I love to travel, and I rarely have trouble sleeping in new places. My senese of home comes from my relationships with people. I am very close with my family. I have close friends all over the country. I quickly create bonds with people I barely know.
Maybe God has a purpose for my sense of home. Maybe I'm not supposed to feel at home until I am with Him.
While I feel nomadic, I am not homeless. I have many homes, which makes me...homeful?
"My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young--a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Selah."
-Psalm 84 2-4
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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