Primitive Blessings

This sign is painted with a Kim Klassen design. Something about it speaks to me about home. There is something wonderful about being gone and then coming home. That feeling of being able to relax, sleep in your own bed, the familiarity of the things around you, being back to a regular schedule...well, it's all wonderful. That saying "home is where the heart is" is so true. I love being home. It's not just the building, the wood, plaster and stone but what our home is about. It's a sanctuary from the world. We have lived in many houses while my husband was serving this great nation in the Air Force. With all the transfers we went through we would usually rent and then buy a house then rent again after we sold the house, all in preparation of moving again. Each time we would walk into a rental or a house that was empty and hear that all to familiar echo of an empty house or apartment. We knew that moving furniture in, putting rugs down and hanging pictures on the walls would eliminate those echoes. But all these things do not make a house a home. We have more stuff in our house than we ever have, more than we need but that does not make the house our home. Home is made when we love one another, when we are kind to one another, when we accept one another unconditionally, all these things take just as much work as moving in furniture, hanging pictures, putting dishes in the cupboards, putting everything in the right place...the happily ever after does not occur accidently. It takes work, hard work. Someday our home will have a different echo, echoes of memories we've made as a family, I want those echoes to be good for both my husband and I and our children.