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A Second Home

I have moved a lot in my life.  I have moved from Western Tennessee to Eastern Tennesee then back to the Mississippi River banks.  I have moved to Indiana, to Tennessee, to Texas, to Houston (not really Texas--ask a Texan or a Houstonian), to Kentucky, and to Missouri.  Now I find myself between houses in Indiana again. Although it may seem like an aimless life, I prefer to think of it as being in the wilderness.  It's a site longer than 40 days and 40 nights, but I am as ever looking for "Home."

"Home is where the heart is."
"Home is where you lay your head."
"Home is..."

All of the above moves have been to a particular church--even the college move. There has been a movement towards being at home in a church community.  After enough moves and enough times explaining where I am from--where is "home"-- I have come up with a great answer.  Borrowing from a children's book by Carol Wehrheim, "God is my home." It is both where I live and move and have my being, and it is "where I come from ." It is also where I am going and where I belong.

Are you looking for somewhere to belong?  Come home to Second Church in Indianapolis.  You belong and you are welcome.

Peace,

Kat.

Psalm 90:1
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  1. ConnieCSeptember 3, 2016 at 3:48 AM

    I just discovered your blog. We are so, so glad you have found a home here.

    Connie C

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