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
