Over the past 12 years Tim and I have moved 7 times and owned 3 homes. This might be a lot to some or a little to others… but it was not “my plan.” The 1st picture shown is a sign I made for myself, somewhat out of self-pity and somewhat because it was a fun way to memorialize the places we have lived. I always had the dream that once I got married, we would find our forever home to raise our family, and grow roots around us. Life threw at us a lot more detours than expected; one move led to another that begrudgingly led to another. The 2nd picture you see was/represents what I wanted for my own life. I held onto this picture in my mind figuratively for as long as I can as remember. It was where I established my framework of what I wanted my “home” to look and feel like; it was also the home of my grandparents. My grandparents were the biggest constants in my life… they lived in this home for over 60 years! Now you know where I got the drive, the ambition to also have this as part of my story. I wanted so badly to live a life so close to what I saw them living because they were who I respected, loved and who unconditionally loved me. They grew such deep & rich roots and had a home that enveloped those who walked in. My siblings and I used to joke, especially during the holidays when we were all feeling sooo relaxed & sleepy, that it was from the possible carbon monoxide poisoning emitting from our grandpa’s wood burning fire place (grandpa would just take the batteries out of the detectors because he could not stand the beeping🤦🏻♀️😂), or the fact he had the house at 80 degrees! Fast forward to my adult/married journey and it looked very different. In my soul I battled the inconsistencies, feeling almost as though we made the “wrong” decisions that led us to hop around so much… was it my own indecision and struggle or was I just battling the path set out for me? Not trusting. Maybe these unnecessary detours were just part of a bigger plan. Its Christmastime, and as I looked at both of these things (my sign and the picture of my grandparent’s house number) I thought it couldn’t be more appropriate to be thinking about “home” and what satisfies our souls. So many people are swept up with the hustle and bustle of the holidays. Some of us want to go “home” others of us want to avoid it. Some of us are battling what we don’t have right now… jobs, babies, homes, relationships, health… There is no time like the holidays to miss what is missing. And instead of lifting our heads up at the creator who sustains, satisfies, we are distracted. For me I had, and continue to work on, changing my perspective. I battled with discontentment because I fought how my life was panning out, instead of looking at what was happening in the details; the fact that even though we moved several times we still have created roots, the fact that by owning so many homes I have had the ability to grow in my passion/experience in renovating and decorating, the fact that I have grown so much personally that I would actually now NOT want to change the detours. In the last year I have been challenged to inspect further my spirit of discontentment, not just in something as surface level as moving too many times, but deeper… Its funny how a picture, a thought can be fruit of something much deeper. What fruit are you producing in your life? What are you reaching for to try and satisfy your soul? What is driving your passion, your purpose; is it you or the person who created you?
Isaiah 9:6 “For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”
Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Merry Christmas from my Home to yours.