Thursday, February 3, 2011


I have been thinking about home. The days that make up the past few weeks have been filled to the brim with things to do. So many things, grocery shopping, doctor appointments, volunteer work, piano lessons, and a dozen others. Nothing out of the ordinary but all things that take me away from home.

I find myself, at the end of the week, longing to simply spend time at home. This is the place where I am totally comfortable, the place I can fully rest and relax, the place where all of my favorite things reside. The pictures on the walls, the quilts on the beds and hanging from the quilt rack, the piano, the books, the candles, the violets on the window sill, the basket of knitting by the armchair...they all seem to welcome me when I walk in the door.

Today was the day we visit Mom and Dad, and as I was sitting at the little kitchen table, hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, chatting with Mom I realized that home is not just a place. It is people. When I am with her, I feel as though I have come home. I am totally comfortable, fully embraced and always welcomed.

My own home would not be the same if my husband were not there to share it with me. It is the warmth of his presence, the sharing, the security of being together that make it all so comforting.

There is a day coming when I will find myself in a new home - one whose beauty is beyond my imagining. It will be more wonderful than tongue can tell the scriptures say - streets of gold, gates of pearl, a sparkling river, a mansion custom made just for me. It will be a home like none I've every known, but that is not what will make it warm, comfortable and welcoming.

What will make this custom-made mansion a real home is the presence of the One who made it all possible. For He Himself is home.

"In my Fathers house are many mansions: if it were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
John 14:2


linking to Emily's imperfect prose


  1. What a welcoming, comforting place it will be.

  2. I have been feeling the same exact way about home. I just thought, ohhh tomorrow I will be home ALL day and we don't have to RUSH to go ANYWHERE and I will make cinnamon rolls...and now I want to be just as excited, no, more excited, about my home that He is preparing. Thank you.

  3. **sigh**

    Today, Linda, I learned that a dear friend was called home unexpectedly. She was 48 years old and one of the most beautiful people...Our comfort is that she is in His arms tonight. Your words bring comfort also.

  4. Today was the day we visit Mom and Dad, and as I was sitting at the little kitchen table, hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, chatting with Mom I realized that home is not just a place.

    oh linda... you don't know how you are home to so many, so many... your blog here, it provides such a haven. thank you for that. (and i love the photo of your house: it makes me want to come visit)

  5. I am quite the homebody, Linda. I like to just sit and be in the quiet. I don't mind going out on the town and ripping around, painting everything red. But there is nothing like the return through the front door when all is said and done. Yes. I think it's just a taste of what's in store for us...

  6. This is not our home. Words so true.

  7. I find peace and comfort in your sweet
    words today, Linda, and I couldn't
    agree more with all you've said.
    Our earthly home is a haven for us
    until we reach our ultimate home with

  8. A beautiful post, dear Linda, and as you say, a home is truly a home only if there are loved ones inside of it. As for that mansion in the sky, oh yes, that will be the most loving home we'll ever know:-) xoxo

  9. What a great idea this sparks in me, Linda. The more time I spend with Jesus now the more home heaven will become to me, because He is face to face there. I know this isn't earth shattering, but I never thought of it exactly in this way. Thanks!