I love travel. I love going places and meeting people and experiencing cultures and having adventures. But then, I love coming home.
Home has always been a safe place for me. A refuge where I can be still and find peace. Sometimes I wonder if I love traveling so much simply because I love to come home at the end of my journey.
What I’ve learned from worship, though, is that home isn’t here.
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