“(Home) is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.”
— Dennis Lehane
Our next-door neighbors are coating their house with new colors this week. A comfy-cozy combination of ivory white on the body, mushroom on the windows, under skirting, and trim, and a soft, pistachio-meets-sage green on the porch ceiling. Bye-bye “Band-Aid” beige body…hello cotton-colored cutie!
I’ll have to ask Hayley if I can share another picture with y’all when the painters are done. Have I introduced you to Hayley and Bobby Jon yet? A low brick wall stretches from one corner of their property to the opposite corner of ours and it’s so nice to share our little chunk of the Earth with them. Bobby Jon dreamed up and organized the neighborhood fundraiser that helped us bring Steevenson home in August of 2016 and Hayley started making the prettiest jewelry a few years back too…right there in her kitchen. She named her business after their daughters and you can find all of her gorgeous creations online at VivianDrew.com.
(A Spring-toned sampling of Hayley’s creations)
And speaking of Springtime and refreshed bodies…
It’s Eastertide. What a powerfully sweet and deeply meaningful time of year for those of us who follow Christ! And there is so much more than pollen in the air, ya know? I see resurrection everywhere! Stiff, gray, winter branches sway like fluffy, green feather-dusters in the wind. And the lilies…the “white-robed apostles of hope”. I saw tiered rows of them, standing at attention, looking just like a little open-mouthed choir, blooming between the sliding glass doors at the supermarket. The same trumpet-shaped flowers that were found in the Garden of Gethsemane where drops of Christ’s sweat fell to the ground in his final hours of sorrow are springing up at Renfroe’s for under ten bucks. It’s neat how, sometimes, just walking past plants in pots can speak to your heart and settle your soul. For me, those big white blooms silently sing about a loving Father who came here, through His precious Son, to seek and to save us…so that, one day, you and I could forever be Home.
(photo: Sylleste Helms Davis)
And speaking of home…well, our earthly one, I mean…
On our road trip through the midwest late last year, Kevin asked me, “where is ‘home’ to you now?” My initial thought was Minnesota because that’s where I was born and raised but then I thought, no, it’s Alabama because that’s where I’ve lived with my sweetheart for the past 16 years. I took a moment longer to think about it though, because somewhere deep down in my knowns, it seems to me that home is really wherever I feel most like myself. Wherever I can just fully be. After all these years (and even right there in that RV) I feel like it’s wherever I’m wide open with my emotions and allow those around me to express theirs freely too. It’s a place below the surface of small talk and stiffness where I feel seen and heard and cherished. It’s in the person sitting beside me and my ability to talk to them. It’s meaningful interaction and empathy. It’s wherever I can laugh and cry and sing and feel and breathe and toot with abandon! Notice I didn’t put those last two in the opposite order. 😉
It’s not a place- it’s a perspective. A state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.
So here’s to home, and Home, and to the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, and guards our hearts and our minds in Christ!