HOME IS WHERE YOU PARK IT!

That title is what the door mat says,  the door mat was a gift from my RVing brother Gary and his Nancy!!

Arranged on my cherry table is a Japanese wooden toy tower and candle shaped like a gingerbread house.  Very different yet both gifts and precious to me!  In fact the cherry table was a gift from a German friend when we moved to the parsonage in 2004.  All of these gifts triggered a thought:

HOME is not a certain type of structure, a prescribed number of square feet, even a PLACE.  Being RVers people ask us:  Well, where is home?  When do you go home and just this morning, "Where is all of your STUFF? And isn't that crowded with the TWO of you?"

I told that young Psycho Therapist from Boulder that we kind of enjoy each other's company and shared adventures after sixty years!  And if we have an occasion when we don't, we can TAKE A WALK or read a book!

Home is where you feel loved and understood, secure and forgiven.  Home is a special place.   We love mountains, rivers, lakes, and the glories of sunsets and lightening storms.   So we try to camp where these things are happening, or going to happen!

Ultimately, "THIS WORLD is not my home, I'm just a passin' through.  My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.  The angels beckon me from Heavens open door and I can't feel AT HOME in this world anymore."   --Campfire song - American Spiritual  

As one of our elderly church members said:  "See you in heaven, if not before!"