Close to home

This is where my heart lies, home. As the weather grows cold the inside fills with familiar scents and heat from the fire. Bread, soup, pies, all the good warm food that keeps the cold out. As the nights get longer and the days shorter we slumber more. This time of feasting and rest should be use to connect and praise our Heavenly Father for his gifts. He is blessing us with time, food, shelter and home. Home is more than a place it is a feeling. I get that feeling when I am anywhere and find a familiar smell or taste food that is like my mother makes. Where is your home? Where does your heart reside? Mine is at my parents house with homemade food and hot fires, warm hugs, big soft blankets, puppy dogs and my little girl running around free and giggly. Nothing brings me to my knees to give thanks any more than home. Without this creation where would we be? without this place to come back to and find familiar faces, stories, food, warmth, smells, sights and joy where would we be? I know for a fact I have no idea where I would be. This is my heart and where I reside. I am truly blessed by home. Thank you father for all Home provides me and thank you for the provision home is able to provide. You are the Almighty, Alpha and Omega and you are my home. I know once I return it will be filled with all the things you have given me here on earth. I know these things are just a little reminder of where I came and will one day return to. You ARE it ALL!! Thank you for this time in season to slow down and give Thanks. Thank you for the familiarity of it all and thanks for it to be that time again.