The People at Home

I went with my parents to a Christmas party tonight. We knew several friends there, and I knew people would ask me how I was doing and what my next step in life is. I'm one of those kids who's out of the house but returns home for Christmas and most summer holidays. I'm always happy to be home, and I am always happy to see these familiar friendly faces, most of whom I know from church. I have never doubted that these people, who have been teachers, leaders, and friends in my growing up years, have anything but hope and encouragement for me and my future. I am grateful for my friends in my hometown. They are an essential part of what makes my hometown feel like home.