I'm traveling up north this afternoon. I'm already cold just thinking about it! Brr! I love Christmas, and I couldn't imagine doing Christmas anywhere but home with my family. With all the familiar decorations and traditions. I would miss our real live Christmas tree and Charlie playing in the snow. Oh yes, and the snow. :) I normally hold a grudge against the stuff, but at Christmastime I love it. I hope it snows 5 feet while I'm there.
I'll get to see my wonderful friends, Nadia, Andrea, Melissa and (hopefully) Alyssa this year. I get to meet Andrea's sweet new baby. I'll go to church with my family, and I hope we make it to the candlelight service (that's my favorite). I'm looking forward to all of this plus about a zillion other things that make up my time at Home.
Home is a weird word for me. Home is the place I grew up, the house I grew up in, and the state where I lived most of my life. Most days now, it means the apartment where I live and the return address I write on mail I send. But I've been learning that I need another kind of "Home" that it is separate from any physical location. Home is a feeling of belonging, of comfort and security. It is knowing that you are where you are supposed to be and doing what you are supposed to be doing. This sense of Home is something I didn't know how much I needed until this year.
"Birds find nooks and crannies in your house,
sparrows and swallows make nests there.
They lay their eggs and raise their young,
singing their songs in the place where we worship.
God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God!
How blessed they are to live and sing there!
And how blessed all those in whom you live,
whose lives become roads you travel..."
Psalm 84:3-6 The Message
Where do you find your home?