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A small word with a big meaning. They say “home is where the heart is,” and I lost my heart to my home long ago.
My heart is on a farm far south of this Chicagoland, nestled in a log house in the midst of pine trees that spread out as far as the eye can see.
My heart is in deep south Mississippi, with the sweet tea and smiles and humidity and “y’all.”
My heart is in Alabama, too, with my dear friends who are more like family.
My heart is with my best friend, eating chocolate chip pancakes and putting together puzzles.
My heart is with my aunts, uncles, and cousins, playing Balderdash and “silly walking” across a room.
My heart is with my sweet mama and dear little sister, swimming in the pool and watching movies and laughing and dancing and hugging.
And my heart is with Christ, always and forever. He makes his home in my heart even while I find my home in His. No matter where I am, I have the best home in His loving embrace.