Have you ever looked at the grass when there is dew on the ground? Most of the time I say it looks like frost but this morning I see a completely different picture.
It reminds me of the life we live and the paths we take. We start our journey out into the world traveling along a path. As we continue on through life we veer off in different directions, but in the end we return to the same place --------- HOME
Home, where we feel safe. Home, where we feel love. Home, where we feel a sense of peace and for me that is my home where I live.
It's also my home where God resides in my heart. My God is my home and I know I may veer away but He is always there waiting for me to return. Watching and waiting to see my footsteps in the dew and knowing that when I return He opens the door and says welcome home.