When my mother was in the hospital, gravely ill, and in pain, I was holding her hand and she said, ”I want to go home.” Home and family meant so much to her and I wish I could have helped her go home one last time. But it was not meant to be. Knowing my mother, though, I think she also meant she was ready to go to her eternal home, the one she often sang about in hymns. One day later she made it to that home. I think there’s a longing for home that lives in all of … Continue reading THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME…REALLY!