As the temperature begins to cool down and a crispness fills the air I get the urge to make those savory soups, bake breads, and make flavored coffees and hot teas. Then to enjoy it all out on the freshly swept patio, fragranced with my favorite candles, soft music playing in the background and birds sweetly singing overhead.
As I look out across the yard I notice large yellow and orange leaves gently dancing as it floats to the ground while my precious pups are chasing squirrels and squealing with excitement.
Oh how I love Autumn and how I sooo love being home!!! Home is when your spirit gets a chance to play and express itself. Home is where I can be me and do those things I enjoy. Home is my haven from the hustle and bustle of the world. Home is where I spend time with my loved ones. And, most importantly, home is where I spend quality time with my Heavenly Father!
I am sure you have heard the old saying…”Home is where the heart is”. So I ask…is your heart at home? If not you might want to invite it in…
Love Lee ♥
Nice post, Lee Ann! I can so relate. Living overseas now, away from all that I’ve ever known as “home” has really encouraged alot of soul searching in this area. It’s challenging to live in a place that doesn’t and probably never will be home in the sense that I’ve always known it to be. I love your line “home is where I spend quality time with my Heavenly Father”. I turn my thoughts to and long for the day when I reach my eternal home.
Andrea, It reminds me of the song “I Can Only Imagine”…My eternal home will be beyond imagination because Jesus will be there!!!