Growing in Gratitude: A weekly series on “Daily Musings on Life Together”
The psalmist wrote, “Sing a joyful noise to the Beloved all peoples of the earth! Serve the Lord with a glad heart! Join hands in the great Dance of Life!” (from Nan Merrill’s Psalms for Praying). Join me in this dance each Monday as I practice giving thanks for things big, small, tangible, and intangible. Feel free to count your blessings in the comments.
Saturday evening we returned “home” to my parents’ new parsonage. It seems strange to call this place home from the very beginning because everything is all so new and very different. For the first time, none of my “stuff” was moved in with the rest of the family’s and my room will be more of a guest room than a place I’ll be living in for an extended period of time.
Home has been on my mind a lot lately because of all the changes happening with my parents and now going on the sixth week of being without a house of our own. What is home? Where is home? Growing up as a preacher’s kid has prepared me to think about home in ways that are beyond location. When it came time for a move during my childhood, we would wake up in one house/home one morning and go to sleep in a new house/home that night. Most if not all the furniture would stay with the house and we’d come in to just add our own little touches. Because parsonages are owned by churches for years, I’ve run into many other preacher’s kids who grew up in the same houses I did. It’s an elite club. [smile]
One big moving day… that’s how the Methodists do it. [smile] I’ve never thought about how odd that system really is until I have found myself on the brink of my first move with my own nuclear family. I’m excited, but also feel very aware that part of the process of moving in will be creating for us the sense of being at home in a place where we will be creating our family history. Focusing on the present moment of being together in this place will be key. Home is not the place. Home is the life together. So while I long for a house to begin to fill with our love and our stuff [smile], I am trying to remember we have never been home-less. Wherever we share the activity of the day and wherever we lay down our head that night is our home and we are so blessed.
Today I am thankful for home in its many forms.
What are you grateful for?