If home is where the heart is, What distinguishes it from a house? While one can spin a thousand tales, The other merely serves as shelter. A home is filled with life and vitality, While a house is but a structure. The latter, built with boards and nails, Repels all of nature’s trauma. A home, much different indeed, is full of kin. Love, pulsing through a home, Is but the essence of its being. Cement, holding steadfast a house, Is but a common hardened mixture. Absorbed with the tradition of a lifetime, A home is where you thrive. Pounded with nails of steel, A house is where you reside. What makes a home a home? What makes a house a house? The simple matters in life, Delved from our inner soul, Can answer these pressing question. Home is where the heart is, The heart makes a home a home. Praise the LORD! Our house on Lenwood finally closed and we've moved. I can't even express the relief and sense of peace we feel now that we are somewhere more affordable. I struggled with leaving the memories of Lenwood but thanks to my dear friend Theresa and her words of wisdom I now realize that our house doesn't make our family, we do.  |
