Home is where?

Home, home is a place where some can put their head on a pillow and feel that they belong. Home is a place to others and stands for the country that they are from or a fond place that they lived in. Home for some is where their originally family is or Home is a Heavenly place.
When I think and long for home it is usually for England and those green green hills, or the cold breeze of the North Norfolk coast and seeing friends and family that I love. Since my brother died I have often thought of Heaven and how wonderful it must be to see so many wonderful people that have gone on before me, Scott, Rita, Miss Sharmon and Thala. Yet as I sit here I realize so many people who have never traveled do not understand what it is to miss home. They view it all silliness and you should get over it. Some who have traveled view it very unBritish to be homesick. yet for me there is something that draws me and calls me to my England. I hate flying yet I love love love seeing the outline of England as you fly into London there is nothing to me more special it makes me want to, as soon as I can kiss the ground and say yes oh to be on England soil I am home. If only we all had that zest for Heaven if only we all had that zest to have compassion for those who are miles from home. Perhaps we would all see life differently.
So where ever you are today think of someone who maybe struggling because they are far from home and also think of how you can help them. Also think truly, what home means to you in your heart then how much more amazing is Heaven.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.