Tuesday, July 23, 2013

There's No Place Like Home

I believe in "home" and I believe there's no place on Earth like it.  I'm not talking about the physical structure or even the stuff we fill it with.  I'm talking about the people because my home is wherever my girls are.

When I was younger I struggled with homesickness.  It was awful.  I remember the incredible sadness that would overwhelm me when I was away from my family.  I hated that feeling.  

What did I miss?  My room, my stuff, my cat?  No.  I missed my family.  Well, I actually did miss my cat, but it was the people I shared my life with that I missed the most.  

When my girls think of home I want them to focus on our family.  I want them to remember that it didn't matter where we lived or how many bedrooms we had.  I want them to think about how we laughed telling stories at the kitchen table and how we worked together as a team and celebrated each other's victories.  I want them to think back and smile.

This place is no where close to perfect, but we are found right smack in the middle of love.  We are crazy about mom, we are crazy about sisters and we still love our cats.

Everyday we live life together in this house.  We try to do it with a smile, speaking kindly and looking for ways to help.  We try to put others first because it's serving that brings us the most joy.  We stick together, always working as a team, because that's exactly what we are.  

When my girls are grown with families of their own I want them to laugh as they tell stories from the past.  I want them to not be afraid to speak of our crazy years, when I would turn the car radio up to drown out the screaming and they would scream louder and louder and louder.  I don't want them to be embarrassed.  I want them to tell the world what God can do and how He brought each of us from a place of brokenness to a place of healing.

Those early years were rough and messy and hard, but they were part of our journey.  I don't want to discount them.  I don't want to gloss over them.  I want to remember who we were so we can be that much more thankful that God didn't leave us like that.

If you find yourself in the midst of the messy and hard, learn from it, but don't pretend that it was never there.  It is a part of your journey.  Not the best part, but a necessary one.

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