A few days ago I posted a blog about a visit to my mom's retirement home. I mentioned that she does not consider her little apartment there to be "home" in the traditional sense. She says it is a pleasant and safe place to live out her days, but that she thinks of home as where she and my dad spent their years raising their family.
It got me to thinkin'. There are many ways of thinking of "home".
It could be a place you lived as a child, where your memories are warm and where your thoughts come alive when you picture it in your mind.
It could be visions of your loved ones---where they are at any particular time is where you consider "home".
It could be where you exist at any time on this earth.
It could be a specific time frame of your life---one that you consider the most nurturing and formative.
It could be that "home" is the final spot reserved for you in the next life.
What is "home" to you?