For years I have wanted a mezuzah for my home. To me it says “home” in a way that very few things can. I always knew I would not buy one and that when I got one, it would be through a gift. I have waited for 20 years, and still it has not arrived. And then I heard this phrase, and I realized that home is not a piece of religious iconography. Home is my heart, and my heart is filled with hope… My house, a house of hope.