Ahhh, home. It’s found where the heart is. The problem sometimes though, is that we’re afraid to let our hearts rest in one spot. We’re scared of pain, of feeling hurt & crushed by someone or something, so we pick up our carefully packaged, bubble-wrapped hearts and head off in search of the next safe abode. Sometimes, I think like is like one big, long caravan-type journey. You pitch a temporary shelter in a safe-ish spot for a bit. And when you’re ready, or the resources are all depleted, you pack up and move on.
But isn’t it nice to just settle in for a while? To have a place, at least one place, that you know you can always come to and relax. Shed the masks, shed the fears, shed the worries, hey, even shed a few tears and just be. Be yourself. Be with your own thoughts, dreams, hopes. Be with God. Pray.
I want my home to be a place where all are welcome. (I’m working on the part where an invitation actually goes out to “all”). I want my kids to feel absolutely comfy and want to invite their friends over. I want their friends to feel safe here. I want my kids to feel love in all corners of this home. I want my family & loved ones to feel hugged when they walk through my door, as though they never want to leave.
Most of all, I want people to have experienced God in my home. Not the in-your-face type of “are you saved?!” fanatical bus stop-type approach. Rather, the kind that’s subtle and heart-warming. An experience where you’d see that having God in your life, your home is a good thing. Something worth trying for yourself.
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Wanna try it? I know you do. Grab a journal & pen. Go to create a new post. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, and write. For five minutes straight. Kiss editing goodbye for the next five minutes.
If you’re feeling brave enough to share, link up at the button below. Or leave a comment here too. Let me say this–this five minute Friday business is quite addictive.
Enjoy!
