Home. Sounds good... feels better!
Hugs. Tea that's sweet... and cold. Biscuits served with gravy. "Ya'll." The Braves.
I walked through the house to make sure everything was still there (we had, after all, left it in the care of a couple of twenty-something boys). It felt like home.
I've walked through the buildings at church. My office. My desk. My books. The telephone rings and the process of connecting begins. Pen to paper, keyboard to screen, and worship planning and sermon preparation commence. It feels like home.
Home- it's what we know and where we are known. It feels good to be home.
Maybe Dorothy was right...