Home.

Home.
Home.
Home.
The Ocean.
The Vastness of it all.
I'm so far away from where I want to be.
So far away from You.
So far away from Home.
Or so it seems.
I miss the way it used to be.
The warmth.
The sweet smell of cookies,
a love for cooking.
A little girl, playing in the sandbox, cuddling close with grandma.
When everything was okay.
Now I'm here
In this state of discontentment.
Which makes no sense
Because I have Everything in You.
Jesus.
Sweet King.
Be my Home.
Bigger than the Ocean,
You Are.
Hold me close, Abba.
My Desperation grows.