There is the old saying that “Home is where the heart is”, and for me that rings true. The word HOME is one that holds special meaning to me. Good old Webster’s Dictionary doesn’t make much of a contrast between house and home. Both of them refer to a place where you live, but for me home is also an emotional state. It’s my safe place to go where I know I will be loved and protected. It’s a place where I can be myself and open my HEART.
When I think of home I can smell my Mom’s sugar cookies coming out of the oven, smell my Dad’s aftershave, and hear the memory of my brothers’ relentless teasing. I can hear my Dad’s loud whistle, which was our signal to come home. We lived in 4 houses growing up, and my parents have lived in their current “home” for 30 years. It is comforting to visit them now and it still feels like “home”. However, my memories will always stay with me, no matter where they live.
My mom was the “homemaker”, and now it’s my turn with my own family. I pray that someday my children will also have fond memories of “home”. I manage the home while cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, and all of those daily chores. I am not always the best at those duties. Sometimes I shirk them to make memories in my children’s hearts. We play games, cook meals, watch movies, and that comes with a lot of laughter…..and sometimes tears. We are a family and this is our HOME!!! As long as they are with me, home can be anywhere. I am very thankful to the Lord that I have a physical house to give us shelter and keep us comfortable.
Proverbs 24:3-4 (NKJV) “Through wisdom a house is built, And by understanding it is established; By knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.”