Home

Home is...

...where you hang your hat

...where the heart is

I always tell my husband that he is my home, and I really do think that (at least here on earth--which is my temporary home!) Lately, the word has morphed to mean...

-Our apartment in Lagos...our home away from "home"

-Our parents' places..."homes" that holds our families and childhood

-The United States...the home we are moving to

-Our house in Texas...the home we are moving out of

This past Sunday, Saidu, our driver, shared with us his homes. First he took us to the home he is building, and then to his current home where we got to see his wife and two kids. It was a humbling experience, but also hopeful because I could see the excitement in his eyes about soon owning his own home.

So as we prepare to leave this home for another, temporary/earthly home, I am reminded of how human and basic a need it is to have a place to call home. And wherever home may be...It is true that...There's no place like HOME!