I'm still on this discussion of home since we're in the process of selling our house and last week something cool happened. We dropped the girls off in their Sunday school classrooms and as I entered the church foyer, I felt a sense of peace and comfort settle upon me. It felt like home to be there and things took on a clear perspective. This was exactly where I was supposed to be. The buildings that we make into our homes are still buildings. Does it matter if it changes? I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out as I go along.
The memories that I have of bringing my baby girls home from the hospital and the midnight feedings and pacing back and forth barefoot on the wood floors at all hours don't change based on the building that I live in. Our home matters to a certain extent, but the memories stay with us regardless of where we are. There are countless pictures of our families, video footage, and 1003 pages of kid's art to document the journey and help us relive it. Maybe seeing familiar walls enables us to reminisce on the milestones? I'm sure there are cases to be made either way.
The message that revved me up was about writing a good story for your life and how we are living it out. It inspired me to re-think the goals that I have put off into the distant future. Perhaps some of those things can be planted now in some small fashion? I love finding a new perspective, it's like being a kid again and learning something extremely cool and mind-blowing. Now that the week is nearly over, I'm looking forward to next Sunday where I know I can find encouragement, spiritual sustenance, and comfort. It's like I get a mental tune-up every time I go to church and then I think more clearly, for a few days at least. That's where reading one book comes into play. =)
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