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!