I've heard this saying quoted probably hundreds of times. Yet, I have never really recognized the full worth and value of the saying until recently uprooting myself to Florida.
I've always considered my home to be: SoCal. The Desert. Lancaster.
The definition of home to me has always been this place-where I was born, where I grew up, where I lived and where I loved.
I've learned over these past few months that home isn't just a mere place where I feel the most comfortable or a place I've been for years on end. Home is the place for which one feels the most affection, the greatest fondness, and the deepest liking. Home can be many different places and can include many different people.
I love Lancaster. I love the dry, barren desert. I love Lancaster Baptist Church and the people in it. I love my family and my friends. It will always be home!
AND
I love Ocala. I love the trees. I love the rain. I love Central Baptist Church and Ocala Christian Academy. I love the people that have crossed my path-those that have become friends and those that have become family.
As much as I love home, as much as I love and miss everything about it, I'm so thankful that God has put me in a place that I have grown to love as well. I'm excited to continue what I started in Ocala. I would never trade in God's Will for anything this world has to offer! It's been rewarding, fulfilling, and overwhelming.
God is good. My heart is in two places, and that is okay! No matter what coast I'm on, I'll always be home. I think that's a pretty special thing.
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