home....how close you are to me

The single action of turning a key. How we take it for grantid. I have longed for the day when I can turn that key and open a door into a place I call "home". MY home. Not the home I grew up in that will forever be open and never in need of a key for someone is always home. Not the places I have lived over the past 5 years where the key didn't even belong to me; it was on loan from the real owners. Not all my temporary places of exsitence.

Home. The place where the word warm comes from. The place where all that beats us up during the day seems to melt away and only the pidder padder of little feet, giggles galore, splashing in the bath and peaceful solitude of our neighbors not sharing a wall with us can be heard. The place where I lay my head down to sleep and dream of....nothing. For all that I have to dream of is inside these walls of mine.

I never knew how much I could love a simple little key. This key will open up so much in our lives and all I can do is praise God for orchestrating such an unbelievably wonderful time in our lives. We now have a home to entertain our friends and family. We now have a home to fellowship and study in. We now have a home to come to at the end of our long journey of a day. My daughter will now have a place of freedom where the walls seem to be infinite and the space even larger. She can freely run without worry and I too can sit and enjoy our space without fear of stairs and bugs and mold seeping through the ac vents. How I long for clean air for Katelyn to breathe.

Praise the Lord for His glorious blessings. He knows the desires of our heart and will never let us down.

My heart is overflowing....home here we come!