and ends…When you hear the word home, what type of feelings are evoked? Do you feel safe, secure, and can be yourself in your own environment? Do you look forward to the end of the day when you can go home to be with those you love? As you enter our house from the garage, home is where your story begins greets you on the wall. Most of us are shaped and molded from our parents or guardians and how they raised us. We have a tendency to parent like our parents, and more respect comes as we venture out of the nest to spread our wings and fly on our own.
My Mom was always home for us kids. She cooked, cleaned, and made sure everything was in working order. She reminds me of the story of Mary and Martha. She was basically a Martha trying to balance kids, work, meals, activities, and would fall short sometimes. We think the more we do, the more we are helping our kids. I’ve discovered the more I make my kids do chores, laundry, and pay for things, the more responsibility and confidence they have in themselves. The more I try to force them to do something, the more they rebel being in college and the last years of high school. So, I get upset and then pray for them to find their way. I support them, and also fall short everyday of being a perfect Mom. I guess that’s the problem with the Martha story, we aren’t supposed to be perfect and all fall short. When we focus on things of no lasting value instead of true supportive relationships, we don’t fly… we fall. I always want to welcome home my children to our earthly and heavenly home.
Hebrews 13:14 – For here we do not have a lasting city, but we are seeking the city which is to come.
Welcome Home song~ It tugs at your heart, and reminds us of our everlasting home in heaven. In the end, that’s all that truly matters.