"Home"

So has anyone ever asked you what "home" means to you? Most answers would be, my home is cozy, or home is my sanctuary. Well I'll be honest with you, on this journey I have finally realized what "home" means to me. Home is where my husband is! There has been many times these past few weeks that I really do miss our family back home. With several thoughts and doubts running through my mind about if this was really the right thing to do or not, I know that is just Satan himself trying to get a handhold into my life. Then I think about all of the things that brought us here, and watching the step-by-step process that only the Lord himself could bring us on to get to this place. I try to think about making this journey without my husband and I honestly could not do it! No matter where we are in the world, or who we are with, as as long as we are together with God by our side, we are home.

My husband is my rock, my guide, my protector, my love, my laughter, my reassurance, my stability, my provider, my husband is my "home"