Joining Mrs. Lisa-Jo Baker this morning for 5 minute friday. Check out her site for all the details!
5 minutes no editing, no back tracking. Just straight writing on the topic of HOME:
The screaming, the wailing. It starts early today, and I rush to my little girl’s pack n’ play to rescue her from her fears. I arrive to see her tear stained face with those big eyes searching for me. I pick her up and hold her close. As I cradle her in my lap she gently slips the two fingers of her right hand in her mouth and begins to suck. She snuggles in close and I know that she feels it. She may not know the word yet, but she’s home. She feels safe, warm and love. She knows nothing will hurt her while she’s in her mama’s embrace and she settles down preparing for a day of adventure and fun.
And I realize how similar we are. I may not sob as I start the day. Even though I often wake up alone, since hubby goes off to work in the early hours before dawn. I know I’m home. I’m secure in the love of family that we have built together.
Our house is small. it’s not much to look at. Four people taking up 2 small bedrooms in a 3rd story apartment. There are prettier homes to see, there are larger houses, more luxurious and far more convenient. But I could never find a home filled with more love. The four of us make these few rooms HOME. My favorite place to be. Between the 2 year old yelling tantrums and the 7 month old’s sobs for attention there is also laughter and love. There are giggles and kisses and “I love yous” all around. There is joy and there is peace, even amidst the chaos of close quarters.
It may not seem to make much sense, how we can be so happy in such a small place. But it’s not the walls that make this “home”. It’s the love that we share. It’s the good night kisses and the stories we read together in the mornings. It’s the shared snacks and the silly songs that get us through the day. It’s the security that comes from the love that Christ has placed in our hearts.
Lessons from a 7 month old. Home is not where you lay your head at night. It’s who you share the days and nights with. Home is family, and I love my home.