Years ago I had a cute little country plaque that said, "Home is where you hang your heart.". A couple of years ago, I blogged about my Dad's saying, "If you lived here you'd be home now." (Truthfully, I like that one better!), but whatever the case, I had a chance to remember that Home is more than just a place....
We had big plans for the weekend, but at the last minute they were changed. The trip was off, and a long weekend was ahead of us. What to do now? First, A restful Friday night, a productive and enjoyable Saturday some football thrown in. Sunday was most relaxing, and then...yesterday. Just the two of us, a whole day, and no demands.
A little Gas in the car, an adventure, some rest, some time to watch old movies, and a swim, and some great supper at home. Not the stuff that Lifetime movies are made of, but good enough for us.
I realized (again), that I too often treat my home as a command center for the rest of my life. The place to wash the clothes for work, a place to replenish what myself and everyone and everything else needs to carry on. I treat the most important person God has given me as a part of the command center, not as my "home" here on earth.
This weekend reminded me that I can live anywhere, I can function out of any command center, but My home is where I hang my heart, and as long as I live with him I am truly home. He gets me; corny, stupid jokes and all, flip flops all over the house and all the rest, but I get him too. I love nothing better than being at home, watching humming birds, riding in a car, laughing at James Bond's stunts, and sharing a meal and a beautiful ride.
Grateful for the time to recharge and remember where and who HOME really is!
