What is home? Is it apple pie baking in the oven? Is it the dog that lumbers to your side after a long day? Is it the laughter of children seeping in from the open windows as they play "cops and robbers"? Is it being surrounded my everyone you love and knowing they love you back?
They say, "Home is where the heart is". Do you think that's true?
About 7 years ago as I was visiting my parents in CA, my Dad asked me where home was. At the time we were living in PA with Chris just starting his second year of Dental School. We were traveling west A LOT to keep family relationships close as we were on our own in PA. I looked out the window of the speeding car and said, "Home is where my husband is". I have felt that way for a long time. But Saturday it took on a whole new meaning.
As I was waiting for the game to start, I took a moment to look around and was so caught up in the beauty of the day. I love Fall. As I was looking at the beauty of the mountains with their muted colors, I felt the sweet, crisp breeze against my cheeks. All while relishing the warmth of the sun on my arms. I panned the field watching the band march and run to their different formations. I reverently bowed my head for the prayer. I looked at Chris at my side and listened to the band play the fight song and I thought: I'm home.
It's not that I'm such an avid football fan that I feel at home cheering the Coug's to victory. It's not that I feel at home with the mountains to the east and the desert to the west. It's not even that I feel at home with my sweet husband at my side.....
I feel at home because I had a definite confirmation from Above that I was where I was suppose to be. There are many times in our lives that we question or rather evaluate our lives and wonder if we're "on track"......OK, it may just be me that does this, BUT I can honestly say that if the grass is greener on the other side, I'm just fine where I am. And this is where My Maker wants me to be and do and learn. Life may not be what I had intended many years ago, but I'm OK with it. I know that I'm "on track" and I'm very grateful for this confirmation. I feel I can put my nose to the grindstone and go to work now without the doubts that eat away at me. I now know that I love my life. My heart is here and not wishing life was different or easier or greener on the other side of the hill.
If home is where the heart is, then I am home.
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4 comments:
so beautiful!
What a touching post, Christi. Thank you for sharing it, I needed it today.
I think that's my favorite blog I've ever read. I needed that today too. I really look up to you Christi. I learn a lot from you and I'm really grateful to have you for a neighbor. Gosh that's mushy. Sorry!
You my friend are extremely profound! I agree that Home is where ever my honey is! And if he is at BYU it would not only be Home but Heaven on earth...yes we are blue through and through.
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