You ask me, "where is home"? Sorry, I've forgotten you can be very literal sometimes. Well, tell you what... i don't know... really, I'm still tryin' to find it. All i know right now is that it is not a physical address but a state of being.
It's the knowing you have arrived and you feel safe, secure. It's being sure of oneself and certain of one's calling. It's knowing you're you as God wants you to be and doing what God wants you to do. It's simply living your life as it's
laid out before you...taking the good with the bad, cryin' out the tears, laughin' out the fun, askin' out the questions, feelin' the pain, enjoying your triumphs and
learning from your failures. That's home. That's you. That's life. That's uniquely yours.I know I don't make sense to you again but one of these days, I know you'll
write to me and aggree.
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