All roads lead to home. Itas easy to go through life believing that we can satisfy our longing for home with a three-bedroom, two-bath slice of the American dream that we mortgage at 4 percent and pay for over the course of thirty years. But ultimately, in our deepest places, weare really looking to belong and to be known. And what we sometimes miss in our search for the perfect spot to set up camp is that wherever we are on the long and winding road of life, God is at work in the journey, teaching us, shaping us, and refining usasometimes through the most unlikely people and circumstances. In Home Is Where My People Are, Sophie Hudson takes readers on a delightfully quirky journey through the South, introducing them to an unforgettable cast of characters, places, and experiences. Along the way, she reflects on how God has used each of the stops along the road to impart timeless spiritual wisdom and truth. Nobody embodies the South like Sophie Hudson, and this nostalgic celebration of home is sure to make even those north of the Mason-Dixon line long to settle in on the front porch with a glass of sweet tea and reflect on all of the people in our lives whoarelated or notahave come to represent home. Because at the end of the day, itas not the address on the front door or even the name on the mailbox that says home, but the people who live and laugh and love there, wherever there might happen to be.But Chox was my Sunday school teacher in the first- and second-grade class, my cousin Paige and I got to sit in church together, and all the other kids were really ... By third grade, I knew every nook and cranny ... Ia#39;d sneak into the room where the Friendship Class met and ateacha a quick grammar lesson on the chalkboard.
|Title||:||Home Is Where My People Are|
|Publisher||:||Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. - 2015-01-16|