Going home....

There are many folk in this world who would rather be anywhere but at home.  I must say that  i'm not one of them.  I do like going to different places, but the saying  "there's no place like home", rings true in my heart.  When I pause to remember my home as a child, I have only warm, wonderful memories.  I remember our family, as many times we would gather for singing and fellowship where others had sorrow and fighting.  I remember having a dad that worked and provided everything that we would ever need and with anticipation sit on a bicycle and look down the road to see him coming home.  I remember a mother who kept everything held together and seemingly with little effort.  She could do things that no one else could do.  Like meeting  the needs of all six of her kids that day while preparing for the next day and have a pan of biscuits in the oven AND oh yeah, ran a beauty shop as well.  God has been so good to me and because of my home experience, that's exactly what I want to make my home like.  A welcome place for angels to dwell.  But, I can't help but look down the road to the future to a day when we will sit down again, around the throne of God in heaven and sing and fellowship once again as a family....and not just a family, but a family that is eternally and completely "HOME".