Can we talk about how For years, I’ve heard it said That, “Home is where the heart is.” Because recently it dawned on me That home is where my bed is And my bed is where I sleep So really.. Home is where my rest is I remember the feeling of being restless So stressed Head under water, Not knowing where my next breath is So I can say with confidence that Real rest comes from redemption And redemption was on the cross So my rest’s wherever Christ is My home’s wherever life is

I was beginning to make His words about others Not recognizing that abiding Under the cover of His wings Was entirely, but not alone, For me. I could pray and hope that The mountains be removed, but This was something, something, only for you No sin of yours was too small For His sacrifice to bear, When it came to turning the Word on myself My prayers began to fail. With little hope, little trust, Not believing That my deliverance too was a must (or truly possible) And of c