Where do I belong?


Ever since I could understand, I wanted to know where I belonged. Even with my parents, I knew that I wasn’t home. I always wondered what that was about. As I grew, I searched for home. A place I would feel safe and secure. It was the strangest thing. My parents tried their best to provide a good home for me. I did appreciate their efforts. But I wasn’t home. I searched for many years but didn’t find what I was looking for. The more I searched, the more I got homesick. I couldn’t understand why I was so homesick for a place I had never seen. But I was going to find it, even if it killed me. My brother asks me to join his business. The businessmen began talking about this place where they were going. I recognized it immediately. I listen and learn how to get to this place. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. They introduced me to the person who could take me home. His name is Jesus and my home is heaven. My homesickness was the will of God, calling me home.
Crain Blanchard.
Crainb52@juno.com
http://www.joseph1637.com

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