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Five Minute Friday: Home

Life is so funny sometimes. I had just read this post by Sarah Markley on losing a house http://www.sarahmarkley.com/2013/03/on-losing-a-house/  which got me to thinking about my house and whether I could ever make it a home, then I look at Lisa-Jo's site and her word for Friday is home. I'm sensing a theme here.

When I think of home (cue the song from "The Wiz"), the first place I think of is my parents' house, the home they have lived in since their wedding night in 1958. The decor has changed and I no longer have a bedroom there but it is my refuge, the place where things don't change - the love that I feel and the acceptance that is unconditional.

The house I live in is the house I thought I'd die in, the house where I saw myself raising kids and growing old with my husband. First came his decision that he didn't want to have kids, then came his decision to leave me. So now my house is a place of broken promises and broken hearts. It's a place of projects started by him and left unfinished that seem overwhelming. As I read Sarah's post, I wondered if I could ever heal in that place, if I need to move out of it to move on with my life.

So as I think of home, I think that maybe I need to make it a place in my heart. A place that I can go to no matter what. Maybe home doesn't need to be four walls because four walls can come down, can be altered by other people's decisions. I need to find a place where I feel safe no matter what.

Which brings me back to my family. Maybe that's where home is, where the people that love me are. And it brings me to the ultimate safe place, with God as my home. That's definitely the only place that's not going to change, where there is unconditional, unchanging love. That's where I should build my home.

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  1. I think you are right, home is not so much about the building. You reminded me of a Switchfoot song where the lyrics tell us that we don't belong here, this not our home. Until then, we will just have to cling to Him! I'm sorry things didn't work out in your marriage, but hopefully you have seen God's hand through it all.

    Christy @ A Heartening Life
    www.ahearteninglife.com

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  2. "I need to find a place where I feel safe no matter what." This, I think, is one of the deepest cries of so many hearts. Having been all around the world, you're right; the only place for it is under the shadow of His wings.

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  3. There is much wisdom here today, dear one, much wisdom.

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