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“You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.”
–Maya Angelou


Today, right now, this is my home. I love making places feel like home. Mongolia is my home today but I have many homes.

On another, slightly related, note, I am reading Ecclesiastes right now and I really like this:

"He has made everything beautiful in its time...I perceive that there is nothing better for [us] than to be joyful and to do good as long as [we] live." -Ecclesiastes 3:11a, 12

We need nothing more than to be joyful. We shouldn't long for other homes or places. We can learn to be present and at home wherever we are because the Lord is with us.

Home and joy are things we can take with us wherever we are.

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  1. Your bedspread reminds me of your hammock from your house on Glenn! :) I like it! Post some more pics of your apt when you think about it...I need to do the same!!!

    PS I like the post today :) I've had my share of homes over the last five years, and for the first time in five years, I will be in one place for more than 9 months...it feels fantastic not to have to pack everything up right now!! :)

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  2. this is simply and utterly beautiful! and it makes me give thanks for all the homes that i know-for all the places and people that have held me and that i hold close.

    i love that Maya Angelou quote :)

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