Home.

To many this is just a cute saying.  To my family this has gained significant meaning in the past year.  As I sit tonight I remember back to one year ago tomorrow - it was one year ago when we got a phone call that changed the course of our family.  We did not know it but my mom had begun her journey home.  A day does not go by that I do not miss her, it has been nearly 6 months that my mom said goodbye to this earthly home and went on to her forever home.  The biggest blessing was to watch a godly woman finish well, to know where she was going, to know that it was going to be better for her, to know that she was going to a place where she could kneel in front of her Saviour, face to face.  What in incredible blessing!  The second blessing was that she left a family that knows our Maker as well.  I do not have the strength to live my life without my mom - everyone needs a mom (which brings our desire for adoption in full strength, but thats for another post) - but He has the strength.  What a concept that He sees the big picture, that He knows, and that He cares.  So today as I remember back to when the journey all began I look at this pillow and I have hope - hope that my home is in Heaven, and I wonder, what do people do who don't have that hope...