What Is Home After All?

To most people, home is a specific place in this world, like a house or town. But to me it means something different. To me, it means where I am most happy. And that's with my family. Wherever they may be, home is sitting right next to them. Home is that first embrace from your sister when you walk through the front door. Home is safe. It can be hard to be at home sometimes, believe me, I know. But throughout life, I've learned that you can't always be home. You would never grow. You couldn't learn to appreciate home as much when you haven't gone without it for a while. Everyone needs a home. And the fact is, everyone has a home if they want one. That one home though, many of us have in common - heaven. That's my true home. Every time I go visit my family, I'm filled with such thankfulness, emotion, and love. If you've ever experienced this, you'll understand when I say there's an excitement that runs through your body when you step over that threshold and into your family's arms. It's a feeling that's difficult to describe, but a feeling I know I'll have when I also enter my home of homes.  But for now, when ever I'm laughing with my sisters, talking to my mom, or listening to my dad, I'm reminded of how much greater heaven will be. The excitement of having an everlasting home sends a surge of energy through my soul that one day will not be contained, but will make me dance and sing in thankfulness, as I enter that door.