Religious Ramblings - Tumblr Posts

me, sitting at the altar/desk: I want to go home.

God, picking me up like a lost kitten: Child, you already are home. The home is not where one sleeps it is where you feel safe enough to sleep. It is not where you eat, it is where you enjoy what you eat. It is not where you live it is where you thrive. You may not feel like it right now but the heart within you yearns to be set free and fly; is that not enough? The hope? Does the hope not fuel the fire that warms the home?

me, sobbing: i am home.

me omw to post about a religious experience in 15 different places at once