Settle
Home is wherever there is you. I really struggled with the word "settle" because I couldn't take the negative implications away. I kept thinking of settling for something less than the best. When I look around my apartment (less clean than it should be!) I am reminded of the choice to settle in a different country - to find and love a new homeland. This is an old soviet "house-phone" (домофон?) on a building near our temporary student center. I love how each button is worn down by decades of house-guests and friends visiting. I am reminded of all those who have found shelter in my homes over the years - of my little cottage in Toccoa where so many found a home at least for a few nights - and how I can live more fully in the apartment God has provided for me here in Lviv.
Settle.
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