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.
In her house, silence means warm rest.
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.
Snippets of memories are displayed for all to see. Heirlooms are slept on, played with, looked at. And food is enjoyed!
I love the warm cocoon the house engulfs me in. It gives me strength to go out into the world again.
(to be continued...)
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