Home
When people say the word home, they associate it with a house built on dirt somewhere. Rooms filled with trinkets and pictures hung on the wall. A soft bed to call their own and all the comforts they need to enjoy life shoved into a square building with a roof. That’s home. But me, I’ve found that home is so much more than 4 walls. I’ve found that my home is where my heart is. People, states, different countries even. It’s both hard and amazing to have your home in multiple places. We left home a few days ago. And by that I mean we left our boat down in The Keys. A place introduced to me 3 years ago, a place that has captured my heart from the very first day. So many friends, so many amazing memories and opportunities, an even more amazing church and church family. This is home. Every winter for the past 3 years it’s been home. And although I know we will be returning in the fall I can’t help but feel my heart break a little bit as we pull away. Don’t ge...