A couple weeks ago, after a difficult week, I wanted and needed to be around my family. I decided to spend the weekend at my parents. After dinner and watching a movie, I got a couple sheets and a blanket from my mom and went to make up a place to sleep on the couch. I climbed under the covers, snuggling my little dog and started to pray. Being home, I felt a sense of calm and peace. The familiarity of family, from the smell of my mom’s hand soap, to the routine of the evening—there was something warm and comforting about home.  As I was about to drift off…