Saturday, March 4, 2017

    


























      Our house is getting more beautiful every day. How can that be? The house is the same as it was when we first moved in several months ago. At that time, I didn’t think it was that great. I thought it was too small, too ordinary, too unappealing from the curb. Nothing has changed but my attitude. And how did this happen?

     Some events have occurred in the past few months which have put things in perspective. I have dodged (so far) two major health bullets. We have spent time with dear friends who remind us of how precious our friendships are. I have spent time with one daughter watching her in her element and feeling very proud. I have spoken on the phone to my other daughter who calls me faithfully every week, and who reminds me of what I did right.I love them both more than I can say. I have taken risks that have paid off meeting new people, joining organizations and seeing my value in them. As a result of all of these things, I realize that a house is a building that we create in our minds and our hearts—its curb appeal is unimportant; it’s heart appeal—everything.

      When I walk in the door, there is a feeling of safe, love and comfort. It is my feeling—different from everyone else’s. If someone else’s house is bigger, prettier, more luxurious, good for them. I hope their house makes them feel like our little house makes me feel. If not, it is not a home; it’s just a pretty building. We have had several “pretty buildings” in the past. Some have offered me the feelings I describe; others, not so much. 

     Recently, I endured a traumatic experience. It caused me to be away from home for just 24 hours. When I walked back into our little jewel, I wanted to kiss the floors, hug the walls and jump up and down on the bed with glee. (Do you think I did that? How well do you know me?)

     When we experience trauma, a crisis, a dip into the abyss, our home is our refuge and our solace. It doesn’t matter anymore that our curb appeal doesn’t appeal. We have a curb. It doesn’t matter that the house is not luxurious or “model” pretty; it is warm and welcoming. It is my safe place. 


     It feels good to be warm and safe.