i love your home

by Betsy

You know that feeling you get when you enter a home that seems to be simply bursting with love?  The moment you walk in the door, arms grab you, hands ruffle your hair, lips kiss your cheek and exclaim, “Greetings friend!”  Wine is poured, food is served, glasses clink and laughter drowns out any remaining conversation.  You sit at the table in the presence of honest, loving people and think to yourself, “This is where I belong.”

A place where you can come for any reason: love, sadness, hope, vulnerability, truth, desperateness, shelter, friendship.  It’s here.

I am deeply grateful.