🏡❣️home❣️home is on my mind🏡 ❣️
Millions of my most precious memories are of coming home. And I get it now. I understand. There was nothing, and I mean nothing, like walking in the front door and getting that first whiff of whatever momma had on the stove. Whether it was coming home from school or coming home for Thanksgiving, I always looked forward to opening that door and taking a big, deep breath. Home. Home isn’t just where the heart is… it’s where the beat of the heart is. Home isn’t just the place we live… it’s where the lifeblood of family flows. Home isn’t just a bed and a pillow… it’s quiet safety from a loud, angry world.
I’m so very grateful for the home my parents made. I’m more grateful for the values they instilled in me, as they made our home. God help some of the people I’ve dealt with in the last months, who were not blessed with those values. Or any values. The ones with expensive things but zero class. The ones who turn others away from the church and then pat themselves on the back. The ones who throw their parents away for the sake of convenience. The ones with Manolo’s & Jimmy Choo’s who never once tried to walk like Jesus. Maybe I’m hyper aware at the moment. Maybe I’m tired of everything being mean, ugly, dirty, broken and wrong. Maybe these last couple of years have altered my perspective. I feel like I’m shedding an old life and becoming more. More empathetic. More giving. More humble. More loving. More me. Or finally me. Or finally the me I always wanted to be and should have always been. The me who needs nobody’s approval. Ever. At all. For anything.
Before life’s hurricanes hit me personally, I never really gave too much thought to the process of what actually brings about change. But the truth is, more often than not, it’s loss that makes the way for something new. Sometimes it’s confusing and frustrating and unfair. Sometimes it’s gut wrenching. Sometimes you want the bad guy to lose in front of everybody and you want to wear your bright, blinking, “I finally won” t-shirt. It doesn’t work that way in today’s real life, does it?
In today’s real life, people lie, cheat & steal without a second thought. In today’s real life, God is a myth, heaven isn’t real and we won’t really see our loved ones again. In today’s real life, a promise means nothing and pride in one’s family name is a joke. In today’s real life, I rarely see the home and the values that my parents gave me.
In today’s real life, there isn’t a whole lot of real life.
For me, it always comes back to home. And at the end of the day, I want to be in the warmth of my home, in the palm of God’s hands. ❣️🏡❣️
Colorful Chaos 