Home

Having received the miraculous blessing of a new self contained annexe which would allow a cat, I've been in a state of gratitude. My new home is much warmer and damp free so I've been much more inclined to get things done and find that an evening is less likely to be spent procrastinating in front of the TV. All the additional items of furniture that I bought with me have fitted in perfectly, and being located in the same town as my church, when wandering down to the shops I usually bump into someone I know, so there is a real sense of home and community here. 

However, coupled with the joy of  a permanent base, somewhere to invite friends and family is the discontent of feeling at home but not being home.In the sense that though it is a beautiful blessing and couldn't be more perfect for my needs, I can't really call it my space, it doesn't bear my imprint.

I have been in rented accommodation of one sort or another for about 17 years now and perhaps I have just come to a point where I'm ready to be somewhere that is my responsibility and move into a different stage of life, where there isn't a need to move unless I decide to, rather than the circumstances of others dictating the timing.

We need a place to call home and I am so blessed that God has always provided and in so many ways I am content, delighted and grateful for my home, so maybe it isn't a bad thing to hope and dream for something a little more so I make decisions now that allow me to one day fulfil the dream.