I Am Thankful For My Home

As I listen to the wind and street noises outside, I'm very aware that I'm inside and not out there -and that I have an inside that is mine to be in. I often look around and think about how incredibly blessed I am to have my own space with my own stuff in it, arranged where and how I want it. (-No "grown ups" or parents or "whoever" telling me what I can and can't do or where I can and can't put things! ;) )

I have my own little section of the world. It's small but it's mine. And it has heat and plumbing and air conditioning and food... and my bed where I lay my head down every night to dream. Barring any natural disasters or acts of war, it's a safe and comfortable place for me and anyone I love to come visit or stay. I don't own my own place. I rent. But right now, I have a home. And a home is a really great thing to have.