Home. That one word carries so much meaning. What is home? Where do I find my home? Nearly six months ago we sold and moved out of the PLACE that I had considered home for seven years. As the daughter of an Air Force man, that was the longest I had ever lived surrounded by the same walls. Since then we've been renting a house that just doesn't have that homey feeling to me. We've also been watching our new house being built. It's a larger space with potential for this ever growing family to be and live and rest together. We look forward to that place being finished and moving into it. I'd like to think that once we're in and I am again surrounded by the familiar things that make home to me- my people, my books, good food, space to be creative- then I'll feel at home again. Truly, our attempts to create a home here on earth are valiant. Still, we lack the ability to completely rest, for we know this is not our eternal home. And so we march onward, making home here, but considering our home to come, the place where our souls will forever be complete. Welcome to the place where I consider home. Making a home. Preparing ourselves and this future generation around our table for home.