Home

We recently returned from a several-day trip out of state.

We pulled in our driveway in the half-dusk, and I peered anxiously out the window at our house like I was seeing it for the first time.

It looked like a mansion!!!!

As I staggered up the porch steps with a baby on one arm and an over-full diaper bag on the other I felt like a queen.

I was home!

Maybe the reason this hit me so hard was that I haven't always felt this way.

There were seasons in my life when I would have rather been anywhere but at my house.

I'm not really sure what changed that.

Over time my home has become a haven for me.

A "safe place" where my family can hide when life gets rough.

It's not perfect--there are dust bunnies, clutter, and noise.

.......but it's home!

As I thought about this while sorting through the suitcases it hit me.

Maybe this is what heaven feels like--like going home!