HEART POUNDING.

LEGS BURNING.

You are running through a forest surrounded by trees. You are running, searching for a place to go, a place to call home, but nothing seems right. You have been searching for so long that you want to give up, you want to turn back.

Your legs give way underneath you crashing into the forest floor.

You have reached your breaking point and can go no farther. With your hands over your face you take a deep breath and let go of your dreams.

Suddenly, a light breaks through the trees and pours onto the ground where you are kneeling.

You raise your head from your hands and stand to your feet. Somehow the warmth of the sun has awakened you.

You are no longer aware of the dark forest that is surrounding you. You do not notice your windblown hair or your tired red eyes.

Your eyes are drawn to the light. You follow it.

The light brings you to a broken down cabin. The windows have been shattered and the door in pieces on the ground.

You are afraid to enter, but the light rests over the cabin. Suddenly you are drawn to its broken walls.

You walk inside.

Your eyes widen and you gasp! What once was a broken cabin is now a golden palace! The walls are painted gold with windows made of stained glass. In the windows are pictures of memories you haven’t even made yet with family and friends smiling and laughing.  You walk down a hall way where the carpet is purple made of the finest material.

You enter into a giant room. A painting easel sits in the middle of the room with a chair behind it. The light you had been following is shining down upon it.

You stand behind the easel, but there is already a painting. It is a message,

      “As long as you follow the light you will find your way Home.  “

Then the message disappears. The light still rested over the painting easel. You sit behind the easel and begin to paint.

YOU ARE HERE.

You have made it.

Welcome Home.

This is the Belonging.