No Place Like Home

Ya’ll,

Last week, I got to take Momma to see Wizard of Oz on stage. Let me tell you. We were crying like babies for the last 20 minutes. We held hands and just cried. All the happy and bittersweet tears. Wizard of Oz is Momma’s favorite. She can quote every line… without even watching the movie.

When Will and I moved away, Momma wrote us both letters. I only read it once, and I don’t think I made it all the way through. Because I was ugly crying at the airport. It wasn’t pretty. I am fairly certain everyone around us was very concerned for my well-being. Anyways, in the letter, she reminded me, for the millionth time in my life, that there’s no place like home. And wherever the people I love are, that is where home is. That the island will be my home for as long as the Lord deems it our home, and once that time is complete, there will always be another home to go to. There’s no place like home. Home is our holy place. Our sanctuary. Away from the crazy and darkness of the world. Home is where the people we love are. No matter where that may be.

Mom has taught me so much. She’s helped me. She’s been my friend when I thought the world around me was crashing and burning. She knows my deepest secrets. My aches and pains and longings. Mom has been a gift from the Lord. For me. For our family. There’s no place like home.

Will is now my home. And has been for a little while now. Where he is, my heart is. My soul is. Our homes change, they evolve, they move around. Because we do.

I know there are so many folks who don’t have a home to call a sanctuary, because it is filled with pain, anger, regret, and darkness; I pray that those homes would evolve and transform and be filled with the Lord’s Light and Truth and Love. Sometimes, though, even in our homes that are good and wonderful and cozy, darkness and anger and regret seep in to our spaces. Our hearts. Our souls. But the Lord is there. He is there in our deserts. He is there in our pain. Our aches. Our regrets. What if, though, we gave Him our homes? Our own sanctuaries? So that we can open the doors of that holy place to those who pray for what we have? I’ve everything I’ve prayed for. A man who loves me as Jesus loves His Church. A family who would move heaven and earth to make sure the other was good and safe and taken care of. Friends who love me and lift me up in prayer to our Father. A life that reflects the power of transformation the Lord joyfully and lovingly gives to His children.

We are to be His hands and feet. But what if we were also each other’s homes? Each other’s place to come and be loved and protected and taken care of?

Till next time!

 

 

Back to the Island

Ya’ll,

Let me tell you a little about our island. The airport always shuts down when there is a storm… or just a little rain shower. It had been raining all day yesterday on the island, and I just knew all day that we’d get to the island and wouldn’t be able to land, which would mean we’d have to head back to Puerto Rico until the island airport decided it was safe to reopen. Island. Life.

So many people were praying over my journey home. Even folks who never pray anymore. People will show you they love you; ya just have to keep your heart opened to it. The Lord has shown me so often who was meant to be my friend, just an acquaintance, or just a passerby. ¬†In my experience, if someone genuinely has the feeling or desire or love to pray over me… that is one of the dearest people in my life.

My sweet taxi driver was there waiting for me, the first friendly face I saw when I landed. He told me he was even praying for me. He didn’t think I’d make it, but when our plane came into view, he said, the skies just opened and there we were. The moment I walked into the airport, the bottom fell out again. The Lord answers, ya’ll.

Sometimes I do begin to wonder if the Lord is listening. I pray all the time about everything. Little things, life changing things, friends, family, how the day will go, etc. Sometimes I wonder if I pray about too much, but if the Lord is our Father like the Bible tells us, then He’d want to talk about everything, right? As a Father should? Perhaps I just don’t hear Him as much as I’d like, or get to be a part of the answer. But then there are the times that He opens the sky and lets us land on solid ground. I swear I could’ve knelt down right there on the tarmac and kissed the ground. But it was wet. And I had linen pants on. So, I just thanked the good Lord and finally believed that He was going to get me home to my sweet husband that night.

As I sit here watching the rain fall through the palm trees, listening to Amos Lee Pandora, I just can’t help but to be reminded of His promises of love and provision, which should be all that we need to remember that He wants the very best for us. He opened the skies and parted the rain clouds so that I could know and remember it. He opens the darkness so that Light will shine in on our days of worry, longing, and doubting. He’s the perfect Father. He’s the perfect example of Love, Goodness, and Truth.

Ya’ll, I am so glad to be back on our little island. As crazy as it is… it ain’t as hot here as it has been back home in Mississippi! ¬†Another reason to praise the Lord! I did enjoy the Southern food, a little too much probably. I’ll be hitting the gym this weekend for sure.

Till next time!!