Home

What is home? I am pondering this question a good deal lately, as I prepare to say goodbye to our home. Bob and I have lived in this house longer than any other in our almost 19 years of marriage. There are so many sweet memories…and some hard ones.

For our younger children, this is the only home they have ever known. Austin was three and Ben just ten months when we moved into this house. Emma was a little older, so she does remember our previous house, but we have been here almost eight years. That is over half of her lifetime. Ava and Maya both came home from the hospital to this house. Three babies learned to walk and talk here. Multiple teeth have been lost and loonies given. Countless books have been read, some over and over and over again. Traditions have been established. Many meals have been lovingly prepared and many goodies baked for family and friends. A wealth of friends and guests who became our friends have crossed our threshold, shared meals, enjoyed coffee, sipped wine, visited, sang, prayed, cried, laughed, and made cherished memories.

The ornaments of your house will be the guests who frequent it. ~Author Unknown

Whenever Bob and I have lived anywhere…Texas, Venezuela, back to Texas, and here, we have asked the Father to make it home for us. And He has done so. What a beautiful gift.


Where thou art, that is home. Emily Dickinson

And I know He will do that for us again, very soon, in Virginia. It does leave me a little giddy with anticipation, even in the midst of my sentimental pondering. I know He has good things planned, things that I have never dared to dream. This adventure with Him is unbelievable sometimes.

Thank you, Father, for home.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.