Home is where the heart is...

‎:: If you came back,you wanted to leave again;
if you went away, you longed to come back.
Wherever you were, you could hear the call of the homeland,
like the note of a herdsman’s horn far away in the hills.
You had one home out there, and one over here,
and yet you were an alien in both places.
Your true abiding-place was the vision of something very far off,
and your soul was like the waves,
always restless,
forever in motion ::

from 'The Emigrants' by John Bojer


Here has always been my home; it's all i've known...
yet I can't forget the home I found in India. But it's difficult to imagine truly living there =*(
I don't know which one is my home. So I will make my HOME in YOU, Lord Jesus.


Home is where the heart is.