What is home?  Is it just the building you dwell in?  Is it the four walls that contain you and all your stuff?  Not to me.  That is what I used to consider home.  But, now home is KY.  I miss "home" so much.  We have been in TX for almost 8 months, and it is not home.  Home is KY and the church we attended there.  Home is KY and all the friends I left behind.  Home is KY and my old MOPS group.  Home is KY and the youth group The Teenager was a part of.  Home is KY and the dance studio and favorite ballet teacher The Princess had to leave.  Home is KY and the friends The Wild One still talks to on the phone every now and again. 

I do believe that God had/has a purpose in us moving to TX.  I do know that it is my job as an obedient child to say "Yes, sir" and follow that call.  And, I did.  I also know that in time His purpose will be revealed.  I know that The Princess will someday fall in love with our new dance studio and her new wonderful ballet teacher.  I know that The Teenager has found a new "home" in his Young Life group.  I know that The Wild One has found a new "home" in his buddies here in the neighborhood.  I also know that if I would move just a little bit outside my comfort zone, I would probably find a "home" in the new church we have begun attending. 

I know that Satan knows my weak spots.  I do not like change.  I do not like meeting new people.  I do not like joining new groups (Sunday School, etc).  And, I have made a decision to not allow Satan to have that stronghold over me any longer.  I will "step out" on those days when I just want to stay home because I don't know anybody.  And, I know that one day soon, Texas will be "HOME".  Until then, I will continue to pray for a new "home" here.