Saturday, October 10, 2009
Home is where you hang your heart
My home is my sanctuary, not just a place to hang up my coat or do the laundry. It is where everything I am has a place. While our little house on the prairie is as 'plain as a mule', it is indeed Home. Many are the things I would change about my little house except for the feeling I have when I come back from a trip. I feel welcome here, my bed knows me. If it were not for the complications that weather and birds pose, my bedroom would have no roof. Sleeping under the stars would be ideal, but a window next to my bed will suffice.
Material goods are things we often attach sentimental value to. I know that when I leave this earth I take only my soul and lessons learned. However, there are so many little joys that attach themselves to material things. Whilst I'm here I cherish the things left to me by my ancestors. Odds and ends, while meaningless to others, mean a lot to me. Flowery, old china I've collected that once belonged to names unknown, African violets, the many things made & given to me by my sister, bridles that hang in the barn when not in use - they have all know good horses. When my Master calls, all of what I possess down here means nothing, but until then I'll enjoy and care for the many blessings that make a house my home. I wait for Heaven, but for now ... home is where I hang my heart.