Whether it’s four walls, a round house, or a tent , do you live in a house or a home?
I was often told that I easily make a new house home quickly. Once the furniture is in and the fridge stocked I set up the bedroom, my place of rest, and set the rest of the house in such a way that it feels like home.
For some it may seem cluttered. For me, it’s the memories of homes past and the intention for the building I’m currently calling home. Some people hang a certain picture over the couch regardless of the house. Others make sure the TV and the comfy chair are in perfect alignment.
What makes your house your home? Do you feel or see a difference between the two?
Many of us are currently settling in to the new meaning of church home. Worshipping outside like going to the drive-in movies or from our kitchen table are you able to feel like church at home?
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. Comment below, please.
Snow days can be isolating for some. Much of today I felt wrapped in a love undefinable. The smells from the kitchen reminded me of all that I have: food, shelter from the storm, power that keeps the stove running and warmth radiating throughout the house.
This house is a home. It is home. Home is where I find refuge, I’m nourished, and I’m cared for.
But, there is more. Here, in this place, tonight, I find the grace to be me. A person filled with God’s love ready to rest in the arms of the Holy for one more night. I know deep inside that joy does come with the dawn. Each new day brings its own blessings, lessons, and surprises.
And snow it goes…I’m feeling a little melancholy. Enjoy the song. Count your blessings.