The air is hot but a warm breeze rustles the leaves and whispers through her hair. She walks. One step, two steps. She faces the sun and closes her eyes. She lets out a breath and allows the warmth to rush through her body. She opens her eyes and sees the sun melting into the trees. It reminds her of home. A home she has not been to yet. A home where a river of life flows. A home where angels sing. A home where every tear is gone. A home where her Father lives and waits for her. She longs to go to this place but it is not her time yet. So she walks. One step, two steps, away from the sun. But the warmth does not leave her, and she knows her Father has made a home in her and she rejoices..

"Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him.
Your roots will grow down into God's love and keep you strong."
Ephesians 3:17