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You know as I look back through my years as a christian. (26), I have seen, done, and heard a lot. One thing however that get's me is the fact that no matter what I've gone through. I always have a home. Even in my darkest times when I was drinking, smoking, lying. I could always come home. Even when I began singing in the church yet living a sin filled life, I always had a home. Even as I began to lead worship yet had one foot in the world and one foot with God, I still had a home. Even as I began to take over certain church leadership positions, yet I struggled with sin in the areas of pornography, smoking, anger/ rage, i always was able to come home. Even then as I overcame those things and renounced them and repented and saw deliverance come, I still found home. Even now as God birth's new dreams and visions inside and provides for my every step yet I forget to spend time with Him everyday, I can still come home. Well today the rains have stopped and it has been a bright day and I spoke to Him and said "I love You so much Lord", I felt once again that I was right at home.

Ask yourself when did you last come home?

Blessings.