Thanks
Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
It's Thanksgiving day and we have my extended family visiting. It's great to see everyone. I trust no one minds if I say especially Beth.
In the last week or so, I've had several experiences of Not A² feeling like home. The first was at one of Andrew's indoor soccer games. I'm not sure what brought it on. Perhaps it was because I invested a bit more than usual by introducing myself to one of the fellow Dad's and learning some of the teammates names. But, suddenly, sitting there on a metal bleacher, I had the thought 'this is home' pop into my head. It felt good.
Then, I was walking back to the van after church and it struck me how much I like St. James. It is such a healthy place.
Establishing a new home in one's heart also entails the closing of doors. I guess accepting that reality is part of the process. Lisa and I experienced this in learning that our previous church is going in a direction that would not be of our choosing. Not that we'll love the people less, but it will become a bit less of home for us.
So, today, I'm grateful for Home. Both the concept itself (which can hardly be underestimated in terms of its power) and the process of participating in the creation of a new one.
Going home
Back where I belong
To stay
Rays of light
They will turn the night
To day
Birds travel together
Birds follow the sun
And I - am watching as the birds go flying home