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Growing up, this was my backyard... 
There's something about the water that gets in your blood.
Something that, no matter where you go, stays with you.
I've lived in Ohio for more years now than I did by Lake Huron, and no matter how much I have come to love these rolling hills and pasture lands, I still long for the freshening of the wind, the sound of the waves, the vibrant sight of a sunset's palette. A chance to go 'home' - or somewhere similar whose sights and sounds can take me back there - is embraced with all the eagerness of a child running to her parents arms.
I went to my sister's for Easter and this is her backyard...
It definitely felt like home.
You can see why! Not only was I with family, but the scenery took me back to 'home' - where the heart dwells.
So many things can trigger that feeling of security and comfort. Spending special moments with loved ones - sharing memories and making new ones. Smells of my childhood - the aroma of a rhubarb pie or fresh-baked bread - can take me back there in an instant. But the wind, the sound of the surf and the mist of the white caps...
They connect me to more than my family and home, they connect me to my heavenly Father. The wind and the water - the colors of the sky - these touch a cord deep within me. If soaking in the sight and smell of God's creation brings my soul peace,
what will it be like to see the Creator face to Face and dwell with Him for eternity?
'Home', indeed!
All for Him,
Missy
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