Where is my home? In my journey with the Lord so far, the answer to this question has not been a simple one. I have had many homes: one comfortable and familiar, one surprising and stretching, one full of heartache and grace, and one not yet seen, whose architect and builder is God.

My mind first goes to a tree-filled neighborhood in a Pittsburgh suburb, to a house with peeling paint, a porch swing, and a basketball hoop in the back. This is the place where my parents loved me, prayed for me, faithfully taught and disciplined me. This is where I was convicted of my sin and my need for a Savior, and first trusted in Christ for forgiveness. My faith was challenged and stretched here, but always within a framework of loving protection and belonging. I praise the Lord for this rich heritage, for this first home that will always be home to me.

My second home changes sometimes, because it is wherever Tony lives. I met my wonderful husband the first week of college. He was ...