I’m still tripping over boxes here, trying to figure out how to live in this new space. It all got me to thinking, living in a home, and being home are two different things. True”HOME” is a place of welcoming love, non-judgemental acceptance, and physical affection. To live in a True home space is to experience these. But it comes from the inside out. And I have experienced these without actually being in the physical dwelling of a home. Would that I would be “home” to others. To be a safe place for others to stop on their journey, finding rest for their souls. To allow them to question God and life without judgement. To give a hug if needed. And I can take this expression of Home wherever I go. Yes, it is a mobile home!
I am not unaware of the multitude of those out there wandering about, wondering where “Home” is? And while there is a need for a tangible dwelling, each one of us possess a place inside, a city if you will where we might just provide even for just a small moment , ” HOME” for a wandering soul. A place of welcome, comfort, rest, and possibly a small gesture of affection. If only we will open the gate to our city, the door to our home and make space for another .