That “at home” feeling is a funny emotion, truly hard to explain. It is more than an address or a location on a map, much more than a zip code. A decorator cannot help us create it; no more than a builder can help us build it. Feeling at home is real serenity, it is a sense of being at peace; comfortable with self and others. It’s a cozy uncomplicated feeling. What’s odd about it is as much as I searched for it, trying to create it externally, it eluded me. Life always seemed well as it was lived by others-who seemed richer or even wiser, who had more things, more status, more influence in the community. I had to stop searching outside my self.
Home is not where I make it-but what I make it. Home is when I make peace with who I was as much as whom I am. Home is whenever and wherever I let God transform my life. God dwells wherever I invite God to dwell. If I make God feel at home in my life; then I’ll feel at home in it anywhere.