My favorite place

I have always believed that there is a special place in everyone's life. It's my favorite place. A place where things may not be perfect but a place where it's right! A place where honesty prevails, failure is acknowledged and corrected, and where love is alive. 
It's my favorite place. It's the place where laughter is louder and silence is peace. I've celebrated in this place and cried out in agony there. There has been more joy in this place than anywhere else. It's my favorite place. 
I love my church, I love the ball field, I love the golf course and the basketball court but I love this place more. I hope you feel this same way about your place. It's my favorite place. 
I pray for this place everyday. Everyday. I pray for safety and peace and love to prevail. I pray that it is my family's favorite place also because it's my favorite place. 
I have traveled the world. Literally traveled the world. As I'm writing this I am almost 2,000 miles away from this place but I'm still thinking about it. Thinking about getting there and being there. 
It's my favorite place. My favorite people gather there often. The physical state of the place is of no concern, just the spiritual state. There is security in life because of this place. God is in this place. 
It's my favorite place. And, after being away from it for 7 days I'm ready to be in my favorite place. So, Tammy, I'm coming home to my favorite person in my favorite place! 
Home. That sounds so good. I think I'll go there. It's my favorite place!
Pastor Dad

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