Home Is Where The Heart Is

As I approach my last days in Hungary, my heart is anxious for my family, my friends, my own room :)! I have been blessed and I am so thankful for the time I have spent here and I wouldn't trade that for anything. However, the desire to be with people who have known me in my most vulnerable times, who have held me up when I wanted to quit, who have laughed so hard with me that we couldn't breathe, is becoming overwhelming.

Everyone knows the phrase "home is where the heart is"

home: where I am loved, comfortable, safe, happy. where my family is

I have a family here in Hungary. One that I love very much.  One that has helped me grow in the Lord.

We have spent nights under the stars, laughing and growing each other.

And we have seen the world together.

So to my dear family in Hungary, you will always be IN my heart.

I have another family.

My friends for the longest time.

My heart aches because I miss you so much! Nothing in the world compares to the times I spend with you. our laughter. our tears. We have been with each other and there for each other through every stage of life. And I know that we have many more things to go through!

I am so thankful for this part of my family! God has blessed me with relationships that I would die for!

And you, my dearest friends...will ALWAYS be IN my heart.

I'm not done.

Next is the obvious.

And where you would think I would say..."this is where my heart is..."

my brothers. I wouldn't trade you for anything! I love you so much! and I love that way you make me laugh!

I can't even begin to explain the love I have for my family. I know that I haven't always shown it the best, but my love for them is...hard to write out. I miss them more than anyone else and I am counting down the days until I get to hug them again!

My heart is full with the families God has given me. And I would love to say that my home is with them.

But it's not.

"For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain."

Phil. 1:21



 

" I am torn between two: I desire to depart and be with Christ which is better, by far..." Phil. 1:23

My home is heaven. And the more I know Christ, the more I learn about and experiance His love the more I LONG to be in his presence. So, home is where the heart is. My heart is with my Savior and the Lover of my soul. In heaven. And I wait anxiously and expectantly for the day I get to hug my heavenly Father.

straight from my heart to yours...