Going Home

On my travel back to Indiana I was thinking of the old adage that "you can never go home."
 I always wondered why someone would think that.
 It must be because they have the expectation of everything staying just the way it was when they left it.
We always want to feel that feeling of security that we felt when we were growing up.
That we would always be cared for, loved, cherished, important.
That we didn't have to worry about the unknown because "Daddy" would take care of that and there really wasn't any unknown.
But that doesn't seem to be the case if we just look at the surface.
Life is full of the unknown.
We don't even know in the next minute was is going to happen.
But look closer...
We have a "Daddy" that takes care of the unknown if we let Him.
We can still feel cared for, loved, cherished, important...because we are...to our Heavenly Daddy.
We don't need to worry about "never going home again" because we really haven't been there yet.
This isn't really our home.
Our family is our home no matter where they are.
Not just our biological family, but our family in Christ.
If they are our brothers and sisters shouldn't they feel like home too?