What is a home? A place to sleep and keep your things? No, that’s a house.
Home is safety. Home is love. Home is comfort.
Home may not be the place you sleep, the place you cook your meals and return to at the end of every day.
It may instead only exist in snatched moments, in the company of people you love and who love you in return.
It’s said that home is where the heart is.
For all those people whose hearts are torn, lost or shattered,
For those people who’ve never had a home, those who’ve forgotten what it feels like, those who despair at ever finding it:
I grieve with you. I understand you. I love you and I pray for you.
I pray that one day you’ll look back on this time from your beautiful, wonderful home and it’ll be better. And you’ll be better.