There’s almost nothing as important as having a home that feels like a ‘castle’. Ahhh ….. ‘ heaven’!
Home is where we kick off our shoes, smell our favorite food and hang out with our favorite smiles! It’s where we do our best thinking and recharge our life in every way! It’s also where we hunker down and escape the pressures of life. Without home we can’t last long.
Home can be a place with the sweetest memories, or painful transitions. It can be a place where we put in hours of beautification or bemoan a garden lost due to flooding. Somehow our ‘home’ makes so many hard times bearable.
A home should be where problems can be ironed out, where we don’t go to bed angry and where ‘No’ is not an option. Defeat will never cross the threshold then. Even tho nightmares may trouble at times, or we stub our toes or get our neighbors BBQ smoke thru our window …. we can always make a ‘come back’ if we have a home that restores us. Peace and harmony must always reign there!
I’ve always cherished my home. It’s taken effort to make it a place this side of heaven. I don’t buy items that have no purpose, or keep anything around that makes me feel ‘down’. I’ve made sure it doesn’t keep me trapped by trying to keep up with my relatives or the ‘Jones’. The colors have to comfort or inspire me. Marc and I both studied cooking and loved to prepare healthy dishes, so that tradition continues. Strong habits and routines make for good emotional restoration.
My mother was, among other things, a wonderful painter so I have some of her works on my walls. That’s one of my ‘traditions’, my sense of continuity about where I came from, who I am now. Family, beauty, music, good reading, great food make a home a home. You don’t have to talk alot at home, you can laugh, be grumpy or quiet, and your soul is still restored.
This living room is where I heard the news about Marc. Where I played his voice mails over and over. I speak to him here, I write here. I sing to God in this living room, not like I used to since it makes me too sad, but I still raise my voice to God in praise! That may sound stupid to you, it still does to me sometimes. It sounds ridiculous to be able to be happy enough while he’s up there. But …. Marc and I are still so connected, so I understand.
I’m actually surprised I’m not depressed where I live since Marc has gone on. Few years back I developed the habit of ‘living like I would if I had my dream life’, it may sound corny but I’ve never stopped wanting to live like that. Life is about dreams more than it is about failures. It’s about believing in a future and committing your struggle to God. We can only fulfill God’s promise of His kingdom on earth if we find nurture in simple things that mean alot to us at home.
Home has to be a place where God is completely welcomed! This is the place where we usually learn about Him, where our little hearts are made aware of His majesty, His caring. I’m so grateful for the examples I’ve had that have shown me what a home should mean. I can’t imagine how it must be for people to never have known any solace from home life. A ‘virtual home’ can never be the same as a physical place that we can touch or feel!
Home isn’t just a ‘place’ but the interconnected lives of those rooted together in love! Belonging to real live people and places is the key that gives us a sense of fulfillment on earth –
‘In the house of the righteous there is much treasure’ Proverbs 15:6