ou know, I think about this concept a lot.
I always felt at home in Athens. Still do. I learned to be myself there. I learned what my passions and desires for life were there. I belonged there. I fell in love with Destin there. And....I developed an unhealthy passion for college football. On a cool fall day, when the battle hymn of the republic plays from the southwest corner....I have never felt more at home.
On May 31st, 2003, Destin and I were married. Since that time, for me home has been with Destin. During our first year of marriage we learned what home meant. Home was... blending two families, buying a house, having a job, paying our own bills with our own money, and having someone to curl up next to every night. Home was safe. Home with Destin is where I learned that I could be myself (however crazy that may be) and still be loved just the same (and maybe just a little bit more).
So for me, HOME is with Destin. What does that look like?
Home is....anytime I'm at the beach.
Home is....serving on the mission field in Bangladesh (or Jamaica, or Africa....)
Home is....traveling half way around the world and back...picking up my baby sister in Atlanta and flying to be with my family (so that we could all be together to see the Grand Canyon...because that opportunity would never arise again) and hiking the Grand Canyon with e. coli... only to find out 3 months later that you are moving to the Grand Canyon state.
Home is....packing all of your belongings in a Penske truck and traveling 2100 miles across the country to move to a state where you know NO ONE. Only to find out once you get there that you will have friends that feel like instant family because you share the love of Christ.
I use the term "home" very loosely in my everyday language. Home is wherever I am. That doesn't mean that I don't LOVE my loft where I live...or feel at home with my family in their Kennesaw home or Destin's family in their Powder Springs home. I do. But I also feel at home when I visit my sister in Malibu. Then her home is my home. And I feel at home when we travel to Amelia Island for the GA vs FL football game. Then the condo where we stay is home. And home will be wherever we move next year for Destin's fellowship.
Home is wherever we are right at this moment.
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Jamie's friend, Elizabeth, had the idea to do a "blog carnival" and got a group of friends together to write about HOME today. Check out her blog here, along with other posts (at the bottom) by others on what home means to them.


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