Posted by: Diane | November 16, 2012

Home Sweet Home

I spent the day helping a wonderful friend unpack her new home.

Linda has been in transit for close to a year –  fixing up, showing, selling and packing up her old house, moving, putting all her belongings in storage for four months, renovating the new house – and the best part of my day was watching the child like delight on Linda’s face, as she watched her belongings being carried out of the moving truck and into her house.

It’s not about the “stuff” –  it’s about being settled. It’s about closing the door on the crazy busyness “out there” for a while. Retreating. Replenishing. It’s also about creating a place where everyone who comes in the front door, feels like they’ve come to a place where God is honored, spirits are lifted and generosity is flowing.

Linda’s passion is to create a haven of rest and security for her family and although she’s been patient and gracious throughout all this upheaval in her life, she’s very ready to find a final resting place for her dishes, her socks, the Christmas wrapping paper and her husband. She’s been recycling the same limited wardrobe for three months now and well…as creative as Linda is, there’s only so much she can do with a jean jacket.

“I’ve been looking forward to this day for four months” is what I heard Linda tell Mr. Head Moving Truck Guy early this morning. She was just itching to nest and clean, fiddle and fold, put away and rearrange and despite the fact that she was exhausted, she was determined to find a place for every teacup, whisk and blanket.There was power in every triumphant toss of an empty box onto the deck and after a full day’s hunt, she finally found her family’s SIN cards and passports.

Oliver Wendell Holmes once said, “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”   Linda’s heart is in her home. This is where she shines…loving her family, welcoming guests, baking her infamous Christmas cookies, creating, laughing, giving, sharing, praying and encouraging. She’s finally got some chairs to sit on and I guarantee that she’ll have some people sitting in them tomorrow, enjoying Linda’s endless hospitality and special ways, despite the dusty floors and the piled up boxes.

People come first in Linda’s home. Everybody feels loved when she’s around.

Home Sweet Home, my friend.

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.                                                       Lyrics by John Howard Payne and music by Sir Henry Bishop

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