Life takes us to unexpected places. Love brings us home
It is funny how time and distance change you. When I think back to the ME of my childhood. Life seemed so easy going, carefree and filled with fun and adventure. We could take a stick and entertain ourselves for hours imagining the life of a pirate in the morning and a warrior in the evening. As I grew up more and more of my time was spent conjuring up ways to escape the confines of home.
Eventually I did escape. College, work, detours and wrong turns have all assisted in this runaway’s escape. It is funny, home is a place we grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. Why is that? Because Home is where all our story’s begin. Where did we learn the meaning of love? Where did you get your values? Hopes and dreams? Where did you learn to pray? Home sweet home.
Everybody daydreams of the beauty of travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow. You can go other places, all right – you can live on the other side of the world, but you can’t ever leave home. Because, all journeys eventually end in the same place, home. Why? Because Home is where the heart is.
Having a place to go – is a home. Having someone to love – is a family. Having both – is the greatest blessing of all.