Home Sweet...Home?

I think that what a lot of people call home is where they grew up. You know, you might say that you're going "home" for the holidays. Well it gets a little confusing when you officially move away from home. Now I'm not just talking going away to college, or in mine and Adam's case, getting married and living five minutes from "home." I'm talking you now live very far from home (which is Houston). Let's say...Connecticut.

I had the opportunity to "go home" just recently for a little over two weeks, and Adam was able to join me for a short period of that time. I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we loved being there. We were able to spend precious, meaningful and fun times with our family and friends, and of course squeeze some Tex-Mex in. However, when those two weeks at "home" came nearing their end, I found myself strangely ready to be home. Maybe it was because my husband was already there (and life is always best when you're with your husband), or maybe because that is where God has called us to be for the next however many years of our life, and He wants me to be happy there. Whatever it is, it felt good to be back up north. Literally. It felt good. Like 75 degrees good.

Luckily I got to fly in on a Friday night, which meant a weekend to spend with Adam and Jaida, who I had also been missing (poor puppy had to stay at Camp Bow Wow while we were gone). We of course had to take advantage of the amazing weather and head to our favorite park for some quality frisbee time.

It felt good to be cooking in our kitchen and sleeping in our bed (even if it is a temporary apartment). It is strange what God does in your heart when He moves you somewhere totally new, far away from "home," and you allow Him to give you peace about it. Now don't worry all of our friends and family, I still desire to live next door to each one of you, maybe on a giant cul-de-sac. But for now, you have an open invitation to come and stay with us in our home.