That Place Called Home

Here’s my playlist that makes me think of home. Some of these are about the place, but almost all of them are really about the people. What really makes a home, a home?

  1. Where the Green Grass Grows – Tim McGraw
  2. Just Another Day in Paradise – Phil Vassar
  3. Sweet Southern Comfort – Buddy Jewel
  4. Down Home – Alabama
  5. Grandpa (Tell Me ‘Bout the Good Old Days) – The Judds
  6. The Best Day – Taylor Swift
  7. The House That Built Me – Miranda Lambert
  8. Come Home Soon – Shedaisy
  9. I’m Already There – Lonestar
  10. Home – Celtic Thunder/Damian McGinty
  11. Letters From Home – John Michael Montgomery
  12. Long Way Home – Steven Curtis Chapman
  13. Dirty Dishes – Scott McCreery
  14. Dime Store Cowgirl – Kacey Musgraves
  15. Mayberry – Rascal Flatts
  16. Front Porch Looking In – Lonestar
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What is Home?

What is a town? Typically, people think of a town as being a physical conglomeration of people and buildings. This is the accepted definition of a town. There are a lot of things that are seen in this fashion; another example is the Church. Some people view the church as a group of people, others view it as a building, still others view it as a universal body of true believers in Christ.
The Bible teaches both a universal church into which every true believe is baptized into by the Holy Spirit, and a local church which is any localized group of true believers who meet and fellowship regularly together. The view that the church is only a building is something that any Believer should recognize as fallacious.
Drawing from the analogy of how the church is viewed by Christians, I view a town as a localized group of people who live together.

This leads me to my second question: what is a home? It really is not that difficult to answer after reading what I said above. A home is a localized group of individuals (generally related) who live together, support each other, and love each other. “Home is where the heart is.”
A home is even more than this, though. Generally speaking, when people refer to home, they are referring to a single place where they go to. A home is usually a single place. A home is where you can rest and feel safe. Many Europeans view the home as almost sacred, a place where only those they absolutely trust may go. A home is safe.
A family may be thought of as the people who live in a home. A home may be the place that we refer to. In a way, home is where we feel safe, secure, comfortable, and is the place we only share with those we love, trust, and feel comfortable around. My home is that place.
Some people don’t have a place to call home. Others move around so much that they have many places they call home. For Christians, we look forward to our eternal home with Christ, realizing any home we have now is uncertain.

Home is where you make it, so make it where you are. Be content with where you are. If you are given the opportunity to go somewhere else, then take the opportunity. In Christ, we are able to live securely wherever we are. In Christ is our hope and home.

My Picture Frames

Join me in my picture frames,
With family and friends.
Some, I hardly know their names,
But the memories never end.

Some, reminders of golden days;
Others dark and dreary.
Though life is like repeating waves,
God remains so steady.

I look at many and remember
Mistakes I made in plenty;
Friendships won, and so treasured,
Then lost and feeling empty.

From young to old, I wonder at
This life I have been given.
Pictures of us on the wall that
Show me I’m forgiven.

Fun in life that makes me laugh
And bonds us all together,
Starts a friendship that will last
No matter the trial or error.

Join us in our picture frame;
We’d love to have you here.
No matter age, race, or name,
Come join us, all that hear.

PS-The answer to Riddle #4 is “the sun.”

Empty Home

Silence greets me at the door,
Nothing but creaking of the floor.
Once alive with loud clamor,
Now it’s quiet, empty, forlorn.

Where has the joy of laughter gone?
The melody of music, the lyric of song?
Pittering and pattering as children run?
This empty house makes no sound.

The light is dark and dreary still,
No light shines on the window sill.
Even with light, the house will feel
Empty, lonely, forgotten and still.

The lonely chill of this dark, empty home,
Is like the ruined, ancient city of Rome;
Abandoned, ravaged, heaps of fallen stone,
Empty, unfriendly, and completely alone.

This empty home is no home at all.
Homes don’t need a roof and a wall.
The family and friends, there when we fall,
Are the foundation of homes, and of their halls.

Enduring

Laughing with my family about nothing in particular,
Friends joining in without having a clue;
Hurting from the straining of smiling and laughter,
Our cares disappear for a moment or two.

Our burdens are lighter when we’re with each other,
Two backs are stronger than one, I’m told;
Your joys and sorrows are shared with your brothers,
No need to try to endure it alone.

Christ, my Savior, will be mine forever,
Of that He is not doubtable;
He is Hope when there is none elsewhere,
Security infinitely valuable.

Photo Memory

Memories of a bygone era...

Memories of a bygone era…

Times long since forgotten,
Now, are remembered;
In forests, begotten,
I, again, have wandered.

More memories are seen,
The deeper I go;
The light doesn’t gleam,
But glimmers and glows.

Sunshine from above,
Peaks through the leaves;
Some times I love,
Others are too dreary.

I recognize old landmarks,
And see the pathways there;
Travels there, we did embark,
Dependent on each other.

Someday, I will tell these tales,
Of every perilous moment;
Times of victory or of failure,
Each, a memorable monument.

So many memories,
Stored up in my heart;
Memories so distant,
I weep as I depart.

I emerge from the forest,
Shaken and tired;
With sorrow and joyfulness,
To my home I retire.

God gave us these moments,
So precious and so few;
I cherish these fragments,
These snapshots, and these moments with you.