Our True Home

When our boys were eight and ten years old we decided to take a long road trip to Yellowstone National Park, taking our time to visit anything we saw along the way that caught our attention. It was an amazing trip, filled with so many pleasant memories, but I remember our younger son leaping from the car as soon as it stopped when we returned home. He jumped out, fell to the ground and started kissing the earth. He was so glad to be home.

We all probably have similar feelings about our homes: glad to be home after a vacation, a day at work, after a few hours of shopping or battling traffic....