“Home is where the heart is”
When I think of my querencia I think of somewhere I feel at home at. Somewhere that makes me feel confident, happy, secure, welcome, and loved. Where my heart is. I couldn’t think of just one place my hear is because it’s spread out all over! So instead of picking my house because I feel the best ther (most times) I thought of a couple places where my querencia is.
My first querencia is my church. I go to Kensington church in Troy and it has become my second home. It’s a place that I have grown and developed as a person tremendously and am welcomed with open arms. I wouldn’t be half of who I am today if it wasn’t for that church and the people there. I can’t even begin to explain the life transformations that have taken place in that home. It’s not so much focused on the church but on Jesus, so I guess the church isn’t where I feel home at after all... I mean yes I do.
BUT JESUS is my querencia. Wherever he is I AM HOME. Kensington is the first place I have encountered the love and mercy of Him and the place I find myself at every Sunday wanting to know more and go deeper. So wherever Jesus is, is my querencia.
AND YES THIS FIRST PIC IS FROM MY CHURCH. Our high school sunday night service. And the next pic is from a church camp I attend called Never The Same.
Another place that has been my querencia ever since I could remember is the Softball fields. They always said “ A diamond is a girl’s best friend”... I took that literally. The diamond is where no matter what I can escape to and be filled with happiness. I have been apart of several families throughout my travel teams and my high school team and I love my team with all my heart. FOR ME, IT’S THE PEOPLE THAT MAKE MY QUERENCIAS. These girls are more than my teammates but a family, and we would do anything for each other. Every practice, every game we’re together.
My home is my final Querencia but I thought that was sort of cliche and obvious, but my mom is my best friend and super hero and since she is at my home that’s where my heart is. Again.... IT’S THE PEOPLE THAT MAKE THE HOME A HOME!! My house wouldn’t be considered a home to me because of all the things that have happened in it and the memories I don’t want to remember that are in it. BUT MY FAMILY IS THERE AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT HOME.
home is where the heart is, it’s not the place that is my querencia...