When I was creating my blog, "way back when", I was contemplating two or three different titles. I knew I wanted my postings to center around my hometown and the love for it that I've never outgrown. I always knew that one day, I would come back home.
In thinking about it, there are many people who will never return to their childhood home, for one reason or another. Some have the desire but circumstances keep them from making the transition. Some just never have the desire, building their home where they landed after leaving. In whatever case, a person can find their way home...hence, my title of choice, "For the Love of Home".
This morning, I opened one of Mattie J.T. Stepanek's books of poetry, "Hope Through Heartsongs", and the title of his poem on the page was "The Way Home".
In case there are some of you who have forgotten, or maybe never was acquainted with his story, Mattie was the 13 year old "peacemaker/poet" who died in June of 2004. He would have turned 14 on July 17 of that year. Mattie died after a long fight with a form of muscular dystrophy.
In thinking about it, there are many people who will never return to their childhood home, for one reason or another. Some have the desire but circumstances keep them from making the transition. Some just never have the desire, building their home where they landed after leaving. In whatever case, a person can find their way home...hence, my title of choice, "For the Love of Home".
This morning, I opened one of Mattie J.T. Stepanek's books of poetry, "Hope Through Heartsongs", and the title of his poem on the page was "The Way Home".
In case there are some of you who have forgotten, or maybe never was acquainted with his story, Mattie was the 13 year old "peacemaker/poet" who died in June of 2004. He would have turned 14 on July 17 of that year. Mattie died after a long fight with a form of muscular dystrophy.
The Way Home
Sometimes the way home is love.
Sometimes the way home is together.
And sometimes the way home is
Not just love,
But loving each other.
And sometimes the way home is
Not just together,
But together with other people...
People you love a lot,
People you like a lot, and
People you are friends with.
But all of the times, the way home is
Every good thing that God told us to do.
January 1996
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"And sometimes the way home is
Not just together,
But together with other people...
People you love a lot,
People you like a lot, and
People you are friends with."
So when are going to come home to tranquilty lane?
Mrs. White's flunky
I've grown to love my home away from my hometown. All the hard work we've been doing is adding up to a lot and making some deep roots.
I loved that little guy...
wasn't he the sweetest little guy...
and I love the little "special heart" box next to Matthew's blog!
lovely post girl!..ah Homeeeeee!:)
Ive never lived farther then 12 miles from where I live now, and Ive lived in this little house since the last day of the year in 1980........ Im waiting to leave home and wander to find something else, before I can come home :) cos I aint never left LOL
x
Got here this time! Off topic, but I got your e-mail too and am sorry to hear you are still dry up there. Perhaps next week you'll get some rain. I will pray for it! We need it here too. We have 60 acres of wheat and we sure can use the rain.
The poem is beautiful. So sad that such a talent and sweet heart had to leave us while so young!
I remember my childhood homes. We had a lot of them. We moved almost continuously! LOL! I've been in one place since we moved to Texas than I've ever been in my life because my husband was in the Army, but we are retired and don't plan on moving again. To me, this is the first real home I've ever had. Don't fret for me though. A disfunctional family on the move isn't such a bad thing. It teaches you many lessons of what not to be! :)
Corey and I were lucky to not have to move when we were growing up. I will always call Sudan home but Canyon is my home away from home. This is a best place to raise our family with consideration of our professions.
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