It's me again. I regret that I've been gone, but not that I've been swept up by the changing of the seasons that life dare bring. I'm home.

Have I ever felt such peace in saying so? Home. When we all long for the comfort of a safe haven, it is home that answers. No, It is the Lord, but isn't He more home than any brick or slab or 2 by 4? My home represents the place I rest. In Him. Home.