We’re all just walking each other home.
The month of October has been a blur of going home, coming home, and feeling at home! We traveled home to Lebanon, we flew back home to Texas, we celebrated my 50th highschool reunion, we welcomed alumni and family to Baylor Homecoming, and we introduced a dear highschool buddy from Lebanon, Ann Fawaz to our home in Waco. And now it’s November. What a whirlwind of homecomings and goings!
The phrase, “I feel at home here,” is often repeated, but what does it mean? Close your eyes and visualize, take a wiff, taste, listen, and feel the vignettes that conjure up home for you. For me, it’s being welcomed and enveloped by the familiar hug of belonging.
Yet, the most essential ingredient of belonging nestles within our soul, that place where joints and marrow meet, and the attitudes of the heart live. To whom or to what does your soul belong? I rest peacefully knowing that the spirit of God is at home in my soul and the welcome mat stays unfurled at the door of each room of my daily life.
Where is your heart at home?
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
Beautiful and ever so true. So glad to have crossed paths with you in life. Love you Sheila
Vivian, you are one of those bright stars that shined oh, so brightly. Thank you for commenting in this humble blog. I think fondly of every memory of you each time I see your lovely family pictures.