We’re entering the home stretch. T minus 30 …
We’ve been sorting and purging and packing up bits of our life for a while, but it’s getting very real now. With treasured things that decorate a life bubble wrapped and boxed, this blue house feels a little less like home. These sweet things that typically cause people to remark about how peaceful our home is are lovingly and carefully tucked away and enjoying a (hopefully) brief hiatus. When the boxes are opened again and those things next see the light of day, it will be somewhere altogether different in an altogether new and different light. They will be tenderly awakened from their forced hibernation and warmly welcomed into a whole new life and will, no doubt, generously radiate a familiar warmth and comfort and nostalgia and make wherever we happen to be suddenly feel like we’re finally home.
Someone said …
Home is where love resides,
memories are created,
friends and family belong
and laughter never ends.
And Rebekah Lyons says that …
wherever God is,
and God is
ever with me.
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes say …
wherever I’m with you.
Home is less a place and more an elusive quality of life. I think you can feel it anywhere and sometimes you feel it in unexpected places and moments. A person can feel like home. Church, smells, a song, the water or the mountains, a drenching rain, salty air, sunshine, a flower carpeted meadow, a tall sappy pine, or musky orange blossom, a sound like rigging clanking on a mast or a particular instrument … all these things can elicit a sensation, a vibe within us the resonates with something we can’t remember consciously, but clearly connect to cellularly.
I know we’re going to be ok when we leave here. It is hard and heartbreaking and full of sweet serious fiercely determined love. It has formed us and altered our being. Distance and time will create a bit of merciful amnesia about how we’re feeling right this moment and years from now we’ll experience that fernweh … something will trigger our reverie and we’ll be transported home to this blue house. Makes me both sad and filled with a deep grateful joy to have had this experience. Life is about to change dramatically. As they say, I do not know what the future holds, but I know Who holds our future and I know that He has plans to protect us and prosper us (Jeremiah 29:11). I know that He works ALL things together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28) I know that He is compassionate and gracious and abounding in Love and that He will continually send us signs of His goodness and comfort us (Psalm 86). I know that He has given us a spirit of love (2 Timothy 1:7) and the courage to surrender to what is and we will go in peace (Luke 8:48).