The sun stretches over the mountains
ready to offer this day a heartfelt hug.
Songs bounce on the wind from bird to bird to bird
to land in the ear of the Holy One.
Buds peak out of branches,
blushing against their grayish limbs.
Flowers – still waiting for showers of wind and rain
to baptize their petals – shout “Alleluia” nonetheless.
It’s the season of Lent – the world around me rejoices.
It’s the season of Lent – I shall join their chorus directed by God.
Based on Isaiah 49:8-15
© 2014, Scott Sears
Yesterday was a perfect rainy day to get some special projects done around the house…
photo credit: VinothChandar via photo pin cc
And I took that chance to get several projects done – hanging some shelves in the girl’s bathroom, fixing some mini-blinds, putting up some stuff on the walls for Pam and even doing a little vacuum cleaner maintenance. (I still have a pesky stairwell light to change, but that will have to wait till another day.)
When it was all done, I was just a little bit tired and Pam and I were talking about the accomplishments. I started to say that it was “the little things that made it feel more like home” but I stopped myself and said, “You know, this place already feels like home to me. It’s where I find you and the girls and where I find peace.”
I know “home” for us as Christians is much more than a house…even a house of worship…home for us is where Jesus is leading us. Sometimes that leading is to service, sometimes it is to prayer, and sometimes it is just to mundane things of living. I am never quite home, but always, always close.