Houses and Homes

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Our Christmas has ended. The Christmas tree lights and decorations are back in boxes, Christmas cards have been taken down, nativity scenes are put away, the illuminated Santa’s back on the top shelf of the garage. Our house is back to normal.

We’ve lived here for thirty seven years. We bought the house – bricks, windows, kitchen, garden. We put our things in it – furniture, ornaments, children’s toys. We parked our car outside it.

When we lived here our house became home, the place where we feel comfortable, we belong, we’re family. Our house has finite monetary value; our home’s value…?

Marvin Gaye sung ‘For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam. Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home’. His home isn’t fixed…

This morning I read about Abraham. He’s an old man. His God tells him to leave his home where he’s lived for the past seventy-five years. He doesn’t tell him where he’s going; He does say that He will be with him. His home will be his ‘promised land’…

…Homes referred to yesterday…

Ray made bunk beds for his granddaughter’s teddies. The teddies are now comfortable in their new beds. He’s delighted that teddies’ home situation has improved.

Gary and Steph are starting IVF treatment; they’ve wanted their home to include children for some time. We hope it will be successful.

John’s dementia has progressed. He doesn’t recognise his family; he has little speech. He’s happy and contented in his care home where he’s well looked after.

I’m musing…

…Marvin, Abraham, Ray, Gary & Steph, John, our home…

…Jesus saying, ‘Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but I, the Messiah, have no home of my own—no place to lay my head.’

…The writer of Hebrews wrote ‘This world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.’

…We used to sing ‘this world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through…’

I’m still musing

6 thoughts on “Houses and Homes”

  2. Malcolm, I’m musing and praying for all you listed. This morning while writing, I was listening to Southern Gospel station (I love all music—but rap, lol—and I grew up singing around Momma’s piano). A beautiful song played titled, “Getting Ready to Breathe” by Wes Hampton. “Getting ready to breathe….just like a baby’s first moment…I’m getting ready to see…the place I’ve been dreaming of so long of going…when I take my last breath here, I’ll take my first one there, so don’t cry for me, I’m getting ready to breathe.” It’s a beautiful song I’ve never heard before. Years ago my twin and I sang “Beulah Land” at my Grandpa’s funeral. I can’t wait for my heavenly home! But for now, I’m enjoying where God has me laying my head. I’ve lost homes. I lived in my RV for 4 years and felt a freedom I had never experienced before. If there’s anything I know—it’s all temporary and I’ll GO when he says. Like you, Christmas is put up and house back to “normal”. I really enjoyed the teddy bear bunks, too! God bless you! I love how you weave wisdom with words of truth and common sense, too!

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    1. Thanks for your kind words, Karla, and for the reminder of the fragile nature of our life here. Woth God’s help I continue to seek to be my ‘best self’ today and tomorrow, recognising the opportunities that I’m given, at the same time as looking forward to the ‘certain hope’.

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