There’s No Place Like Home

[bl]O[/bl]n the 26th we reached our two year mark of being home. Bitter sweet are these milestones that have us looking back and forward, praising God for where he’s taken us and where we’re going. Home. There really is no place like it. The smells, the people, the patterns, the food. I know home isn’t a place that brings everybody joy. For some, it’s been the environment of pain, abandonment or abuse. May God continue to redeem this for you, creating new places and people to call home.

For me, home is like a blanket that wraps me in everything comfortable. And in doing so, it both empowers me and holds me back as I struggle to be the person God is calling me to be.

These two years have been hard and good. And the walls that now keep us have quickly and genuinely become our home.

As we clear land, shape our house and dig roots, I pray that Mark and I can create a home for our children that holds them tight while they are young. A home that doesn’t keep them when God leads them to new places.  A home that always invites them to return.

It is through grace — abundant, genuine grace — that makes all this possible.