(images from the Great Plains)
the more i go
the longer i'm gone
the more at home i am.
not in one place
but in every place.
i'm learning more and more that home is not four walls and a roof.
'home' is more of a feeling.
its more about people.
i used to be awfully attached to buildings
and what i knew in general.
i used to love my routines.
(not that i'm not attached to those things anymore)
but if future events or situations were unpredictable
that made me really nervous.
i used to just like the idea of adventuring.
facing the possibility more hard times
moving and living conditions up in the air
and then being on the road a lot this fall
i have really learned to embrace new places.
even with all their disappointments
choosing to view them as adventures.
learning to sit back
and enjoy the ride
live in the moment
and thank each and every one of the wonderful people
that make the unknown my home.
"Not that i speak from want,
for i have learned to be content in whatever circumstances i am."
"earthly wealth and fame may never come to me
in a palace fair my home may never be
but let come what may if Christ for me does care
anywhere is home if Christ my Lord is there"