Home.

Home.

It's that idea of warmth and acceptance and familiarity for which all of mankind has an indwelling need and intense longing. We all need that place of comfort, a safe haven when the storms of life seem unrelenting. A resting place. Many have a house of wood and stone, but not a true home that offers the comfort, joy, and rest that the materials of a house can only offer with limits. The luxurious leather sofa will eventually wear down, the fire in the fireplace will eventually come down to its last crackle, everything will fade and tear in the end. But home will never stop being...home.

Since I've been away at college, I've often thought about that word "home." As college becomes a place of comfort, acceptance, and familiarity, I begin to wonder about where home is for me. Is home Leominster, Massachusetts or Phoenixville, Pennsylvania? And how many people will I offend by choosing one over the other? I have come to an interesting conclusion about the location of my home...neither MA nor PA. My home is only found in one place...in God. He will always be my shelter and my strong tower when the war rages, and he is the only home I can truly depend on. It's so true that home is where the heart is. And with my heart pumping for Jesus alone, I know that in Him I have the most perfect and beautiful home...a resting place with no comparison, where love overflows and the sun rises every day giving me new life and a fresh start. God is, has always been, and will always be my HOME.