Home Forever

Room with a view. That's my home for now. I'm soaking it up, maybe especially because I know that it's temporary.

The longing in my heart for a forever home: what's that all about? Once everything is just so, then is it my home?

If we're running away from people, places or trauma, how will we know when we've arrived? Is it when we feel safe? Or comfortable? Is it when we have each room filled with children, or when they've all flown the coop?

We try to arrange all of our things around us properly. Animals, toys, plants, even if they're fake. When things are just so, then is it home?

How did we get to a place where, once we have our home, we long to escape from it? We have this, then we want that, too.

The irony of my questions does not escape me, as I sit with the dog on my lap in this beautiful vacation home on the lake. For this house, I am eternally grateful. I came into it knowing it's not forever.

And isn't that the point? Today, just be present, wherever you are, with whomever you're with. The longings to go back or forward can make you miss the opportunity to love someone today. I'm going to wring out every ounce of joy right where I am. Praying the same for you.