May First; Home Sweet Home Sweet Home Sweet…

 I think it may have been desperation that has lead to my list. I sat here last night staring at my calendar, blank of prompts. Empty, nothing, Nada. That wasn’t good. So, I decided to write down things dealing with home, or house, or maybe some random building that I entered at some point in history. Either way, it is what it is and I’ll work with that. It is supposed to be a challenge, right? Right?

 I’ve made it no secret that I currently live in the house in which I grew up. My son has what was my bedroom, I what was my parents and where my brother’s room once was, in now a part of an extended living room. I didn’t do that mom and dad did for what ever reason. As it is, that is where my wood stove sits. Well, not the entire room, but you understand.

 As a society, we tend to move around a lot more now. I don’t know that we are as sentimental over ‘the old home place’ as we once were. I didn’t always live here. I did move out and live in other places, once as far away as Lake Charles, Louisiana. I came back home a couple of times only to move out again. At that time, when I was attempting (poorly) to find my own way, this place while home, didn’t feel the same. 

When my now late husband and I married, we lived in a mobile home that he had purchased before we met. We ended up moving that onto an acre of land here on the dirt road. By then, it felt so right to be back here. That space, that was somewhat private, but close to a loving family was perfect. 

Then my grandfather passed away, joining my grandmother in their eternal reward. My parents bought my uncle’s half of his house and moved into it, while my husband and I bought this house. By that time I was expecting our son. My husband wasn’t sure about buying this place, but once we got inside, it was home. It welcomed us, me, back.

 I have lived here almost thirty-three years now. The house needs work, but its home. I can step out in my backyard, into complete privacy and breathe. As I said though, I know this is not so much the normal way of things in this day.

People move about. They seek better opportunities, their jobs take them away, they grow tired of seeing the same things and seek adventure. They want to move to be near other family, friends, a more exciting way of life or a more laid back way of life. I think, no I believe, that we make our home, where our heart is. There is a saying, home is where you hang your hat, to a point, I agree.

 Home though, is not (as I have done) a place to hide. It gives you a place to sleep, a place to be safe, a place to gather, but it shouldn’t be a place to hide. We need to get out into life. We need to be among others, to share, to inspire, to encourage. Our life, is temporary, this earthly home, is temporary. No matter what you think or feel or believe, this life, is a journey. We are traveling through on our way to some form of eternity.

Thanks to the many things I have read, I know that there are many different beliefs. I can’t discuss all, I can discuss mine. The thing is though, that in some ways, the beliefs are similar. As a Christian, I believe that this life is a journey. This earth, this town, this house, is not home. We are sojourners here, traveling to our eternal home with God. As we journey, we should do everything we are able, to share love, hope, peace. To live and act in compassion, love, hope, peace. Not in judgement, not in condemnation, not in any way other than love. “Love your brother.” who is our brother? Our sister? Every one. Every…….single………person you meet. Every individual on the street, in the store, on the road. That homeless individual, that coworker, that church member, that noisy neighbor, that person at the gas pump. Those are our family.

Whether they are Black or Hispanic or Asian or redneck American. They are family. We may not agree with or like what they say or do, but we are family. All living currently on this planet we call home. As we travel through life, through the days and years the moments and miles. As we head to our eternal home our sweet eternal home, we make this place, this time, our home sweet home.

Our journey, may take us many places, or few. The travels are less important than how we live the day to day.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to May First; Home Sweet Home Sweet Home Sweet…

  1. Loved reading that. I completely identify with your thoughts. I too live in a house where I spent most of my young age. It’s home coming and feels so comfortable and peaceful (something which seems to be missing these days).

    • I agree, I think we are sadly lacking in comfort and peace. Too much is being tossed at us from too many directions. To have a home to go to, has to make a difference in one’s emotions. Whether it is where you grew up, or whether it is one you just moved into.

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