Home is where the heart is…. question is “wheres my heart?”
Lately I think about home 24/7. Today I was laying in my bed staring at the wall and thinking about everything that means home for me. My family, friends, church, food, and my animals. For a moment I forgot where I was but then my door swung open and one of my teammates walked in. Snapped back to reality, where I live with nine other people and am almost never alone. In reality I am surrounded by poverty and pain that I can't even begin to understand. Every day when I walk out of the gate there are children calling my name and jumping on me. I walk down the street and I see naked...