Looking last night out our kitchen window
Good Morning, God!
A day at Home! I would like to go to the 7:00 a.m. church service . . . but My Whole Being cries Stay HOME.
Perhaps, this is because I am not back to full strength? Or maybe it is just that three Mainland trips in two months have made me into a homebody?
Are You Laughing, God? Perhaps I would weary of being home all the time. The “going out” from Home and the “coming back” brings to mind, God, a book by Dr. Archibald Hart calls Safe Haven Marriage. His point is that our Home should be just that — a Safe Haven — free of criticism and stress. In my mind, I’ve been calling it Safe Harbor. I guess I’m thinking of boats returning at the end of the work day to a safe harbor.
It sounds so OBVIOUS, God, when I think about it — the idea of Home being a place where we are Safe, Secure, and Protected. Hmm. Dr. Hart is talking about marriage — but, what about people living alone, God? How does one go about setting up the “Breakwaters” and “Wharfs” that make for a safe and productive Home Harbor?
Ah, perhaps, that is why so many cultures have “A Sacred Space” in their homes? A “place” that is set aside for You — or set aside to acknowledge You? Hmm. There is a quote from author J.K. Rowling about the good thing about hitting rock bottom is that it makes a good foundation for the rest of our lives. You ARE my foundation, God — my Context.
I do feel secure and loved — but it also seems to me that You run a Dry Dock — as well as a Safe Harbor. And, yes, it does feels as if I need to have barnacles removed — please, God!
Story teller,
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