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Where Home is.

I have a house. 
I have a place where I lay my head and for that I am very grateful. 

In a sense I am not really homeless at all, I have the opposite problem. 
I have too many homes…
San Antonio
Hilton Head

my head sometimes is left spinning on where to land. 
I am the first one to admit that I complain about the constant movement. 
The constant ON-THE-GO.
The constant travel.

BUT… then I stop. I think. 

I am so blessed to have so many places to go where I find people 
who love me, 
who accept me, 
who encourage me. 

I need to remember this. 
I need to remember that the Lord has placed me in this season of movement, of not being settled 

This is a post for me. A marker in time if you will.
I always want to remember the mix of feverishly rushing and being radically loved.



Kara Renee said...

I absolutely adore traveling! Your post seems like something my boyfriend would say though. Personally, I can't get enough of 14 hour roadtrips full of reading and movie watching, stopping for gas in random small towns, having an excuse for fast food, beautiful scenery (in most areas), all of it! We're making the trek from Baton Rouge to Michigan in about a month and I'm getting really excited!

Sarah @ Simply Sarah said...

I know how you feel! My grandparents live about 4.5 hours from where I grew up, and I go to school about 3 hours from where I grew up. Sometimes I feel like I am constantly on the road, bouncing from one place to the next, but just like you said: home is where the heart is!

Jess said...

Hey you can go ahead and add Tampa, Florida to your list of homes ;)
Because you can definitely come visit me and have someone who loves you, accepts you & encourages you...JUST SAYING!

and I cannot wait! :) YES!

HAPPY HAPPY TUESDAY, my beautiful blog BFF!