Article July 21, 1986 Issue

We are home!

MARY LEE S. O'NEAL

It had been a quick, smooth move. Within two days we had driven from one state to another and were now almost settled in a new home.

Until I was tucking our three-year-old into bed, I had been feeling quite pleased about everything. But when she looked up at me, teary-eyed, and said, "I want to go home," I was appalled. I quickly assured her that she was home. This was her new home.

"No!" she insisted. "I want to go back home." Gently, I began to ask her questions. Was God only in one house? Wasn't He here with us right now? Hadn't we felt His love with us all day as the kind moving men placed all our furniture just the way we wanted it? Wasn't God loving us right now?

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