Home is Where the Heart is....

I was reading Sis. Smith's blog and she was talking about how good it felt to be home...

When I got to Chicago all I wanted was to get back on the plane and go the rest of the way so I could finally be home. At that time I was thinking home as in my house, my room, my bed and all that is familiar. When I got off the plane in Minneapolis and was waiting at the curb side pick up for mom and dad to pull up I realized once I got into that truck that I was home even though I wasn't at my home...My family is my home - it was once in their presence that I felt like I was finally home. I don't know if I've always felt that way or if its just the change of mind due to moving or what but I realized that it really doesn't matter where I go or where my parents are its when we are all together that I'm home- brought a new meaning to Home is Where the Heart is...That's for sure...

I think I've finally caught up on lack of sleep- today was so hard for me I was felt so sluggish...But I think we got a lot done- mom got me up at like 9 or 10 and we worked till 2 or so in the basement going through boxes and putting things in the garage that will be sold, and putting the stuff to be thrown in the garbage and the stuff that's being kept in the corner of the basement...Its mentally hard...You have to decide between need, want, and sentimental value when deciding what's to be sold, tossed and what's going with us...The going with us pile is small and the realization of what the Lord is asking us to do sets in more and more each day... I think I just spent the last 2 weeks acknowledging the fact we were moving but ignoring it at the same time if that makes sense...

Tomorrow I start my job search- I saw a help wanted sign at the garden shop and first thing tomorrow I'm going to go apply- I really want this job- its part time and its outside and its just what I need right now. So if ya'll could really pray that this works out- its even in walking distance- well sort of I'm willing to walk to save my parents the hasle- and walking will be good for me ...

Well its 11:30 but my brain is still telling me its 12:30 so I'm off to bed