Home is Where the Heart Is

Today is a beautiful day in London! We came home from church, opened the windows and doors and sat out on our back porch for the very first time. G turned on some music, and I started cooking lunch. The boys set up a football (soccer, to you) field between our kitchen and outside patio and were having a ball running the length of the field. As little G ran inside to score, he literally stopped in his tracks. He looked around, paused for a moment and then said, "Mom, it really feels like home now . . . with the music . . . you cooking . . . I mean it really feels like home." Melt, Melt!

Isn't it funny how certain things evoke feelings in each of us? Even in the heart and mind of an 8 year old little boy, there are specific things that make him feel secure and safe. I hope that our home is always a place of tender comfort, a sanctuary of peace and security, and a haven full of laughter, joy and unconditional love.