build me a home

so i am on a bus on my way to orlando.. and i'm thinking man it'll be awesome to go home. and get to see the family i miss so much. but as i'm thinking in this wonderful bus with luxurious seats i'm thinking where's home? location ? is it the house? is it comfortable ? is it the insanity? i'll let u know at the end of this.. man we never know where life is going to take us , which road we'll have to take which detour will be provided. tonight i'm reflecting upon the roads that the sovereign lord allowed me to take. u know some roads i wish weren't dead ends. thank God that Christ is our provision and we don't decide where we are going right? i mean really when i'm in the drivers seat i crash everytime. you know there's always something that i realize is a massive mistake only after. not that i'm expecting to avoid mistakes because i'm not. but it's that 1 john 1:9 effect where  it says in the English Standard Version ^[9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.] isn't that a great thing to have. he is faithful to forgive us and cleanse us. it's like this Jon Foreman song where he says "build me a home inside your scars , build me a home inside your open arms" it's amazing that he gives us a place to live in the love that he shared for us.