What a Blessing when you find others who share the heart of God.
All my life I’ve longed for Home.
Not a physical home, but a spiritual home.
An interior peace-that-passeth-all-understanding.
People would say it existed. People would insist it didn’t exist. People would imagine a state that comes and goes. People would say even talking about it created feelings of inferiority in others. (People mirrored my every belief about it.)
Some folks long to be a poet, a photographer, a mother.
I only longed to embrace Home. (OK, I lie. I wanted other identities and possessions as well, sometimes fiercely. But the longing for Home eclipsed all the others month after month, year after year.)
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