Home

After a particularly long day, I drove up the road that leads to my house this afternoon and smiled…I was home. HOME!

Never is that concept sweeter to me than when I am tired and weary and feeling as if the world is too much for me. My house is not my home, it is just a building, but it houses my family, my child, my memories and that is my real home. I feel safe there, content, able to be myself and let my guard down. I can wear old clothes and no makeup and no one seems to mind. I can cry or scream or laugh inappropriately. The emotions of my day can ooze out of me in whatever form they wish to take, it is home, I am accepted, I am loved, and I am secure. I can be…ME!

This afternoon it was good to be home. It was nice to know that my frazzled brain and wearied bones had a soft place to rest.

Home is not just a place, sometimes it is a person. Sometimes we need to seek out comfort and refreshment from the company of someone who knows and loves us. I long to be that “home” for the those I love and I am grateful for all those who are “home” to me when I need shelter from life’s storms. It reminded me of an old song lyric by Billy Joel…called “You’re My Home.” One particular stanza catches my thoughts just perfectly. I have copied them here for you to ponder and enjoy as well.

“Well I'll never be a stranger
and I'll never be alone
wherever we're together
that's my home.”

Yes, it has been a long day and I am tired, "home" is a sweet, sweet place for me tonight.

Living Happily in the Moment!

Bev