Saturday, February 5

Our JourneyHome 2: Heaven Can Be Found in My Mother's House

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When I'm in my mom's house, I feel a lot closer to God. It's like He's so near, He's just a breath away. Everything in her house gives me pause to say, God is good.

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In her house, silence means warm rest.

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It is the silence of houses which know the people who live in it - intimately. It is the silence which welcomes and gives way to muted conversations of care: How are you? Do you know...? What about...? Really? And, I'm glad. And, I see.

Each nook and cranny is a testament to my mom's love - for her family, for her house, for beauty, and for rest.

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Snippets of memories are displayed for all to see. Heirlooms are slept on, played with, looked at. And food is enjoyed!

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I love the warm cocoon the house engulfs me in. It gives me strength to go out into the world again.

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(to be continued...)

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