I have my home in Houston, which I never realized until this year how much I love it. I didn't realize how much I love and value being home. When this week has gone from icky, to worse, to down right horrible, I have longed for Houston.
I have my home in Iowa. I sometimes feel like I am who I am because of the many summer days I spent up north. Maybe it's the "small-town" feel that I love, or maybe it's just being up north and surrounded by family, but I definitely have a home in Iowa.
The pool has been my home for quite a few years, but I have moved on from that. I still spend quite a bit of time at the pool, but it doesn't have the same nostalgic feeling tied to it that my pool-home did for so many years.
Obviously, I have my camp home. I call it "Chome" (Cho-home) on a regular basis, and even get "chomesick" on multiple occasions.
College Station has become a home too. Even though I'm not in love with the city, I do enjoy being here for the most part, and have made my little 10'x15' room into a home that I love.
I have recently been thinking about the world as a home. For missionaries and people who have dedicated themselves to being the hands and feet of Jesus on a large-scale, the world is their home, and every country, every continent is just another room that they enter into. This is an awesome thing to think about, and I have SO much respect for those who do consider the Earth as a home.
But really, all of these Earthly homes are insignificant in comparison to the Heavenly home that our Father has created for us. So when our "homes" get rough, don't forget -- there is an absolutely PERFECT home waiting for you at Heaven's gates!
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