i love five minute fridays . i love them but i don't do them nearly as much as i should. but today i'm following lisa-jo's lead and i'm taking 5 minutes to do what i love to do...write. so here goes...5 minutes, no editing, no over-thinking, no plan... go... home as i grow older home doesn't mean the same thing to me anymore. sure it means family, and memories and being able to be yourself in a world that constantly tries to change you, but home means more to me now. with each growing year my heart longs for something more. it longs for my final home. it longs to be with my Lord and Savior. my heart sees home as Heaven now. i see home as Jesus. there are days that i wish Heaven would hurry. i wish to leave the craziness of this world behind. but something always stops me. something always tells me there's more work to be done. there's a world of hurting people that need help. there's a world of hurting people who haven't met Jesus
choosing to see God in the unlikely places. it's not about me...it's about Him.