The dictionary definition of home is:
The place where you live permanently as a member of a family or household.
I think home is where you make it.
I travel a lot. Three months here, three months there. So when I get to a place I make it my home. Things that are familiar to me make it feel like home, my favourite pair of jeans, my teddy bear, my bible and journal, and my coffee mug.
So I am home. Back in Canada with the familiar smell in the cold crisp air, and the familiar lifestyle (that I am suffering slight culture shock from). It feels good to be here after such a long time. I arrived at the airport with my best friend holding a Tim Hortons iced cappuccino. I don't think there could have been a better welcoming. Collecting my bags and slipping on my toque, we walked outside and I was faced with another welcoming-which wasn't quite as warm as my first one-the beautiful spring Canadian weather. When it comes to the weather here you never know what to expect and after about 20 minutes I was pleasantly surprised that my teeth stopped chattering and I was in fact enjoying it.
So here I am, in an apartment in Calgary enjoying my best friends company-and the weather-and realizing how good God is.
There is no place I would rather be right now.
Thank you Jesus for your protection, your grace, and you love. I can feel your peace resting upon me. You are so good to me. I love you.
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