I will be packing up soon to return to Alabama. I have been in Louisiana since January 11.
I’m ready to be home…home is where I need to be….I hope I am missed.
Home is where the heart is?
Home is where I plant my feet on good solid ground.
It’s where I blossom.
Love lives there.
It’s where I’ve sprinkled my special touch,
My unique aroma.
Home is where I hang my soul,
And where my shoes can be found next to the door.
Home is where mistakes turn into lessons.
And where God is ever present.
It’s a place where I cultivate memories.
My home is my safe haven.
It’s where I breathe.
And where I get on my knees and rest my soul.
I nourish my family and friends there.
My home has seen the worst of me and yet still welcomes.
A home is built not of material things, but of things from the heart.
Yes home is definitely where my heart...and soul is.
It is me.
~Love lives there.~
When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible, but Jesus believes I am worth it.
Therefore He died on the cross for me so that I could be saved from those flaws.