Posts Tagged ‘home’

You’re Home to Me

Saturday, February 3rd, 2018

I walked through my house this morning in prayer. I lingered in each room thanking God for every moment and memory spent there. What a special time for me to feel every good experience all over again. I sat and looked around at all the things that we’ve done in 4 years of living here. Each beautiful and personal change customized just to my liking. I don’t live in a showplace! It’s just a home, nothing spectacular….no big dollar pieces, not even a “collectible” or coveted item to be found. No special Anthro furniture or curtains, no coveted brought over from somewhere outlandish flooring, no high-dollar farm sink that all my babies got washed in…

Just a house.

But let me tell you what a house can be. Home.

Home is much more valuable than expensive things you accumulate or gather to place around you. Home is the safe place God gives each of us to learn who we are and to feel loved when the world beats the heck out of us. It’s our hideout when we don’t want to people. Home is not just a physical address it’s a place to grow, heal and be just who you are in this crazy world.

My home has done all of that and more for me, for my husband and for all 3 of our grown kids. These are the reasons we make it beautiful, warm and inviting. To feel more than just a roof over our heads, to feel safe and loved.

Yesterday was our home inspection and appraisal. We stressed out over every little detail, praying our house was as awesome at the end of the magnifying glass day to them as it was to us. We had no idea that the realtor and the buyers were all a part of the process. For about 4 hours, strangers walked all through our house and peeked in every nook & cranny looking for issues. Whatever man. The last 18 months of stress hasn’t killed me yet, I can do this painful thing too.

The truth is, I can’t make anyone love my home like I do. It’s mine and I love it because of that and more.

So, this morning after waking up with thoughts of what could they possibly say as faults in the final report…I couldn’t help but thank God for every thing I loved about my house.

I’m going to miss it and all the treasured memories –> The friendships made, the guests who’ve eaten or slept over, the bike rides, the pool days, the sitting on my porch reading & praying, the planting…sowing & reaping of our gardens, THE PEONIES!!!! Every single lovely thing, I will miss.

But, like this house and every other one I’ve lived in during the last 28 years of my marriage….I will love it and make it HOME all over again.

No Place Like Home

Tuesday, July 30th, 2013


The last few weeks have been some of the hardest days of my life, so far.  Looking back, I can't help but feel peace.  Even though my body hurts all over and my heart aches….I know that God doesn't make mistakes.

Now begins the healing process.



I truly appreciate how special "home" can be.  Each trip there that I've made this last year was worth every penny and every minute spent missing my own family in Indiana.  I needed to be with my mom all that time and I'm so grateful that I had that chance.  She really thought she was going to be okay and so did I.

I'm from a small town in South Florida.  It's a great place!  It's funny how you don't realize that when you're growing up.  I've been married and gone from there for over 24 years.  That long time away hasn't changed how my heart feels about the people that loved me into who I am today.  So many visits, so many calls and all of it while I dismantled a lifetime of collecting and clinging to stuff.  I can't remember ever standing so long on my feet or having them hurt as badly as they did during the great "clean out"!  God sent so many people by to visit and made sure I captured a moment of grace by their willingness to share it.  Each hug, kind word, funny memory and sweet thought felt like a carefully applied salve to a gaping wound.


Just when I thought I couldn't keep going…


I am who I am because of this place and these people.  It's only fitting that the one who brought me up there allow me one more chance to feel what HOME really is.  Thank you, Mom.

Home is the place where everybody knows who you are and they love you just the same.  It's the place that you know you'll be accepted and where you'll be forgiven when you goof up.  It's also where you can wave at pretty much every car (cause someone you know is in it, for sure) and where one phone call equals everyone in town knowing you're in need.

There really is NO PLACE LIKE HOME! 


I feel rich.  Rich in friends and family that love and care for me.  Thank you for the great care given to me by so many during the last few weeks.  I'm overwhelmed by the love and grace poured out on me.  That's a tiny glimpse of how much you love me.  Thank you.