Sometimes I wonder what home really means? The Lord didn't have a place to lay his head. Probably spent time with Lazarus and Mary and Martha. But His secret place was away, alone, in the desert.
I've spent my whole life looking for my home. I've gone through houses, husbands, jobs, but I still feel homeless. Until I look to the Lord.
I realize throughout my lifetime, I've rested in Him, only to leave to find that 'home'.
[sigh]
Oh, Lord, please give me a whack on the head if I ever leave you to look for home again.
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Oh, wow. Can I ever relate! I, too, have lived a restless life. I love starting new projects and moving to a new house.
You have given me something to think about.
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