Home could mean my lovely old farm house pictured above. Or it could mean my next and permanent home called heaven. But for right now it is where my family is. Long ago, I made a statement that I would rather live in a cardboard box with my family by my side than in a mansion and be seperated from them. I was referring to my change of heart in being so driven and being a workaholic. I used to think things and places defined “home” but then Jesus changed me and opened my eyes to the fact that people make “home”.
So yes our old farm house on this horse farm is called home. Not because of what it is, but because of who is in it. 
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