Friday, July 27, 2012
Everywhere I have ever lived has been called home, some of them still are, in a sense. I have a home in Kansas, a home in New York, and a home in Minnesota. They say home is where your heart is, or alternately, where you hang your hat. I'm not so sure about the hat thing, I don't tend to wear them, but I find my heart divided and I wonder why God can't let us settle someplace here on earth. I know that my home, really, truly, is not on this earth, but somewhere beyond here, in heaven. But I still wish, upon the same stars I have seen in every night sky, that we could be somewhere, nearly anywhere, for a long enough period of time to put down roots.