Love overcomes the fear of judgment
Staying in a nice 3 or 4 star hotel while traveling is nice, but its not home. Even a short trip of a week or ten days leaves one longing for home. When we finally arrive home at the end of said trip, we experience a comfort not known on the road. Everything is familiar and in its place. All my clothes are in the closet and bureau. My toothbrush is where it belongs. I get to sit in my favorite chair to read or watch TV by the fireplace. It is my home. Everything is comfortable. It is good to be home in my own abode. I abide in my abode.
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