Home, what does that name conjure up in your mind? Is it a Norman Rockwell painting of family around the supper table, orderly and in perfect bright and shiny attire. Or is your home a Picasso with abstract boundaries and vague form. Do you live in a bungalow by the beach, a tenement on a bustling city street, or a farm house cozily nestled at the end of a long lane? Home is different things to different people. You might awaken to the sound of birds happily engaged in the business of being birds, responsible for waking sleepyheads from their night’s slumber? Or tractors preparing the soil for planting or harvest nudge you from your rest. It could be the honking of horns that brings you back to consciousness, or 18 wheelers barreling down the freeway. Does the elevated go past your bedroom window?
Some of us associate the word “home” with the faces of those we love etched into our mind. We can see them when we close our eyes and it stirs us with a plethora of memories, some good and some bad. But still it’s home. Even when children are removed from homes that are far from perfect, they will often still yearn to be “home”.
Some folks live in a single home their whole life, never moving from the familiar, never having to figure out where to put the waffle iron or the toaster oven, how to fit the couch, loveseat, and chair in a space barely big enough for just a couch.
Some folks move regularly. It does eliminate Spring housecleaning when you move to a new location. There’s something to be said though for putting all your worldly goods into boxes. It gives you perspective and insight into where your treasure is and what you value.
At the mere mention of the word home are you longing for the sound of waves crashing up on the shore and the smell of salt air filling your nostrils? Do you long to hear the sound of horses clip clopping past your home in the early morning hours pulling their buggies laden with produce to sell at market? Or is your house wrapped in the wind that moves endlessly across the plains. Whatever the key, the word home is the trigger for thoughts, feelings and emotions. A Picasso is as beautiful as a Rockwell.
Think about it.
What will home mean to those entrusted to your care?
“In my Father’s house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. I go and prepare a place for you that where I am you may be also. If I go away, I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am you may be also.” Finally Home!