I want a home of my own. I really want a home of my own. Though I am content and happy, and I'd rather live here at home than anywhere in the world, I want a home of my own.
Sometimes my desire is just that natural desire every woman possesses. Sometimes it's because I want to run a house my way. Sometimes I am lonely, and want a friend and companion who belongs to me more than he belongs to anyone else. Sometimes I have had an encounter with one of my mother's threadbare dishtowels, which she will not throw away!
I have long known it is my duty to be faithful where I am, to take up the duties that present themselves to me now rather than just longing for something else in the future. I learned that as a teenager and have been reminding myself of it ever since. The other day I opened my Bible and my eyes fell on this verse--and only this verse--and it drove the nail of realization in even deeper.
in that which is another man'’s,
who shall give you that which is your own?
Luke 16:12
Gulp
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I know this struggle all too well I am afraid. Sometimes I find myself crying out in frustration, "Why me? Why can't I just have a small place to call home, with someone who loves me enough to call me his and who loved me enough to commit to me forever?"
Yes, although I said I am content and happy (and I am), the desire is always there and sometimes it is overwhelming.
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