(A guest post from Liz Gentry on this seventeenth day of Lent)
Home is a place that is personified in a cup of tea, a bean bag chair, a book to read, and a blanket to wrap up in.
Home is a place where shoes are optional, pitching in to help is expected, and fridges can be raided (including finishing off a gallon a milk).
Home is a place one can navigate in the dark, if it weren't for those shoes left out.
Home is a place of refuge when the world seems scary and hostile.
Home is a place that smells of home-bread and home-cooking.
Home is a place where company is welcome, even if the dishes aren't done.
Home is a place where it is acceptable and expected to be yourself.
Liz is a college student in Indiana. She and her husband know they will be doing mission work in the future, but are waiting for the specific details.