Where Is Your Home?

Ultimately, this world is not my home. It wasn't Jesus' home either. I think it's good to remember that in this day of materialism and consumerism.

I read an article recently about little girls as young as 2 being targeted to buy merchandise with Disney princesses on it. I hate the Disney princesses. I'm tempted to say I hate Disney. That may shock some people. I hate how commercialized the organization is.

I have a friend who loves Disney. She and her husband go to Disney World five or six times a year. She's 36 years old and has no kids. I could never do that. Disney World is not my home.

I live in the small town where my husband grew up. It's a peaceful, rural community. My husband has never lived anywhere else. I'm learning to like it more, maybe I'll love it one day - its slower pace, the presence of the land. But, it's not my home.

So, what is my home? Writing, I guess. When I write, I enjoy peace and rest. Maybe that's as close as I'll get to home, in this world anyway.