Home for the holidays...

Most of us are on our way home for the holidays in some way or another - now whether this means we are actually leaving our current places of residence to go to our family place or residence, or whether we are simply going to a comforting place in our minds, it doesn't really matter - the fact remains, there is something about Christmas time that makes us long to be at home.

But what does it mean to go home? They say home is where the heart is, but what happens when your heart checks out and you're left considering only a building?

I guess it's just a part of growing up - you move forward on your own path and you are no longer within the parameters of the home set up for you from your parents, and you become wiser, and it's easier to see the cracks in the surface when you do come home. Parents and siblings are not longer infalible, and the real world seeps in...

But you know what? I've been musing about this for a few days now, and really, all these questions just make me realize how happy I am to know that I will always have a home that is peaceful and bright that lies within the realm of heavenly grace. Amen to that.