All I want is to be home

I truly enjoy life. I love ideas and (most) people. Some who know me would probably point out that my enthusiasm is more clinical than justified based on my actual circumstances, but until someone comes up with a pill for unjustified joy, I humbly remain me. But I must confess that with each passing year my longing to be truly Home grows stronger. Not Mom 'n Dad's house or 307 Park Road but Home. My faith tells me that there is a place prepared for me and it is natural and right to long to be there. The lyrics from a song by the Foo Fighters (Don't blame me, I didn't pick their name) is one that says best that which I feel.

Home

Wish I were with you, I couldn't stay.

Every direction leads me away.

Pray for tomorrow but for today,

All I want is to be Home.

Stand in the mirror, we all look the same.

Just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain.

Someone to cover, safe from the rain.

All I want is to be home.

Echoes and silence, patience and Grace,

And all of these moments I'll never replace.

Fear of my heart: Absence of faith.

All I want is to be home.

People I've loved, I have no regrets.

Some I remember, some I forget.

Some of them living, some of them dead.

All I want is to be home.

Foo Fighters is an odd name for someone you would quote on heaven. Sort of like if The Messiah was written by Freddy "Handy Dan" Handel.