Our Havanese has always been a lousy walker..unless she’s headed home. From the time she was a puppy, she’d be all passive aggressive on the leash..pulling back, refusing to move, demanding to be carried, unless we were heading home..then it was full speed ahead!
That’s the power of home.. be it our residence, our town, our favorite restaurant, the library, “our” gym, our favorite tennis court, the corner table at a local coffee shop.. There are some places that simply feel different, special and personal- when we are there, we feel a comfort that we don’t feel other places.
Yesterday my husband and I finally went back to church. Once there, it felt like we had only missed a week-end, but it had been fifteen months since we last sat in a pew.
It is hard to describe how good it felt, but then again..you already know.
It was like coming home.