So you know how memory stuff pops upon on Facebook?
I personally love it as it reminds me of all kinds of things in our life.
The other day this popped up
I promptly burst into tears.
What the heck??
As I dug into why I had so suddenly burst into tears, I realized I was overwhelmingly blessed by our home and SO vividly aware of those in our life that do not have a 'home'.
We've been spending days trying to track down people from the Kiziba Refugee Camp that we know and love. One trying to find out where they are and two, to see how they are doing. To this day there are a few we are still trying to contact...
Refugees - Women, children, men, babies, teenagers, the elderly, healthy and sick ... do not have a place to call home and yet for some reason, God has allowed me to have a home that way more than enough.
I am more than blessed.
Our family is blessed.
Many who have sat on our front porch have been blessed.
Many who have sat on our front porch have been blessed.
As I continued to reflect and old gospel song rolled through my head...
'This world is not my home ... I'm just passing through ...'
THIS is the hope and joy we live in.
May those in our life and beyond who do not know an earthly home, know their spiritual home.
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