There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there.
The other is to walk round the whole world till we come back to the same place.
-G. K. Chesterton
I don't have a home. Not really. I mean I have floors and a roof over my head and walls that surround me to keep out the cold, but it's not a home. It's just a house. I don't own these walls or this floor. We most likely won't be living here even a year from now.
In the last 13 years, I've lived in six different states. Six states in thirteen years is a lot. It's a long and rambling story of why we've moved around so much, but suffice it to say, I'm tired. I'm tired of moving. I'm tired of making new friends and leaving friends. I just want to to settle down, to stay someplace forever. Most of the places we have lived, we thought it would be our forever home. But, it didn't work out that way...life has a way of not working out the way you want it.
I don't even have a hometown anymore. I no longer have family living in the place I grew up, so going back home isn't likely. We're just pilgrims on a journey...making friends and leaving friends everywhere we go.
But, we do have one forever home.
No matter where we go or what we do, we are thankful to always be at home in the Catholic faith.
Whether you've always been home, or whether you've walked round the whole world....you can come home. You can come into the faith, you can come to the sacraments, you can receive forgiveness. Everyone needs forgiveness. You can go to Confession. Confession is good the soul.
No matter how you got wherever you are, you can come home.
And, since it is Sunday, here is what I wore today.
The sweater is from ThredUp (if you sign up, you get a $10 credit!)
The shirt and skirt are old and thrifted
Tights are Wal-Mart
Boots are Qupid.