When I am feeling anxious and alone, I sometimes find myself longing for home. Even if I am already at the place I live, it can happen.
To me, home is more of a feeling of safety and warmth than a physical location. The very first time I hugged my husband, I had that feeling of 'home', though I didn't recognize it until later.
My relationship with God should feel like that-- like a never-ending hug from the person I love best in the world, or like snuggling under the covers in the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in.
Safety, love, warmth . . that's what communion with God should feel like.
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