Home, that all elusive place I hope to someday get to. The place that my soul cries out for when all goes dark and I am left in sea of swirling darkness. Home. I want to go home. And I am trying so hard to find the path there. To journey to a place of healing where I know I am safe and loved and protected. That is my internal search for home.
Home. A physical place that I am in limbo on. I sold mine/ours. Living in the in-between. Waiting to move not knowing what home will look like on the other side. Much like my current internal home status.
Waiting. Searching. Longing. Home. Please God, LET ME FIND HOME! I need it. I was not made for living this homeless life. I need to know that there is more. That there is peace and comfort and safety. Security. Love that doesn't leave. I need to know I can stop the hiding. I need a place where I am at peace with my self, my family, my world, and with You.
I need a place to call my own. I am tired of wandering this desert of searching. My feet are aching for my Promised Land, MY own home.
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