It's 20 degrees outside, but I don't know that – really – because I'm inside my house.
Tonight, when I'm sleepy, I'll hop in my bed, and I won't need to cover myself with mounds of blankets, like I did while I was on my mission in Uruguay, because there is heat in our home. Source: Swallowfield, Jennifer Judd-McGee.
I've lived in homes, apartments, dormitories. Sometimes owned, sometimes rented. On occasion, beautifully appointed. Some of the memories are happy, some not. The details change.
But one thing has not.
Every day of my life, I have shelter.
What about you?