House vs Home

I've been thinking a lot about the concept of home. What exactly is home? Is it the place where you sleep at night? Is it the place where you talk to your family? Is it the place you feel alone? Is it the place where you look forward to going after a burdensome day? Is it the place where you eat your meals in silence? Perhaps home could be a feeling…the feeling you have when your around the people who love you the most… the feeling of two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst…the feeling of belonging..the feeling of having someone care about you…the feeling of being unconditionally loved. A simple building can’t do that To me home isn’t a place at all. Oh no, its the exact opposite of that. I’ve always loved people more then places and I guess it’s all making sense now. A house is a birds nest. The birds only go to their nest to sleep, and spend the rest of their lives flying through the sky. Flying free, not confined at all… very much unlike people. Home is a body and a heart. Home is the feeling of love, the feeling of hope, home is the little sense of belonging, if that’s even left in the world.

So think about it this way, it takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. When I was younger and to this day I’ve always felt like I grew up in a crumbled home and I guess I did, and maybe that’s why I’ve never understood why people can’t wait to go home. I would much rather be surrounded by people then confined in a building otherwise known as house. To my advantage, I’ve been blessed to work with many homeless people by serving at different homeless shelters, and it astonished me how much “home” they were able to have in their lives without having a house. That gave me aspiration. One girl I met while serving one night talked to me about how fun her 6th grade class is, how she loves her friends, and how happy she was that it was her birthday that night. Her parents even brought her her favorite cake. They created a home for her by surrounding her with compassion, hope , and even a piece of cake which seemed to be her favorite part. But most importantly a community of people and that community was that little girls home that night. One of the most heart-rending things is seeing people find their home even when home seems unattainable . Maybe this will change the way you look at things when you go home every night, and maybe it will change the way you look at things when you’re surrounded by people who love you. So I challenge you to find your home in your life. A FOREVER home no matter what that means to you.

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