There’s light years of difference between living in a house and living in a home. A home is a place where I feel welcome. It is a place of safety and refuge. It is a place where I am loved as I am, bruises, scrapes, scars and all. A Home is a place of love and forgiveness. It’s not the size of the house that’s important. It’s the size of the hearts inside the house that make it a home.
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