Welcome to the blog series, Heading Home Together — a series of guest posts on themes relating to home, eternity, longing, and belonging as we lead up to the launch of my memoir, A Place to Land: A Story of Longing and Belonging (affiliate link).

Today it’s my privilege to welcome author and speaker Del Bates with a guest post on unspeakable joy.

Be sure to read more about Del in her bio below, and be encouraged by her words!

 

Del Bates

 

 “When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.” Luke 1:41

 

Do you love to travel? Do you dream about visiting exotic places then question what it’ll take to get you there? Or could traveling be a mandate of your job and the excitement becomes mundane?

My husband and I travel twice a year. Since we are snowbirds, we make our three-day road trip back and forth from Florida to Michigan the same as the birds who fly south to dodge the cold and return north to escape the nasty heat.

For me, Florida will always be my part-time residence, Michigan will still be home. As we head north for the summer and whiz through the states one by one, my heart leaps with a quiet, unexplainable joy as our tires cross over the threshold into Michigan.

I can recall a story in the Bible where an unborn child leaped in the same way. When Mary, the mother of Jesus, walked into the home of her cousin Elizabeth, the baby leaped in her womb. No words were spoken, no profound announcement proclaimed, just the very presence of the Spirit of Jesus entering in touched the soul of the unborn child.

We are blessed to be able to feel that same joy as Elizabeth when we draw closer to our Lord. As we travel from problem to problem and bask in the worries of the day, peace seems inevitable. But is it? When we realize we can take those concerns and fears to the Lord, we will discover an unexplainable peace our soul has searched to find.

How do you do that, you ask? It’s simple. Just begin to talk to God as you would to me, or to a friend. Tell Him all that’s on your mind. Confess to Him where you are in life and how badly you need His help. Then take a deep breath and wait. Close your eyes and wait for Him and His peace to overshadow you.

Will you be able to understand that peace that will come upon you? No, not really. But just as Elizabeth could not explain nor understand what was happening to her, she allowed it to happen. And by submitting to what the Spirit was doing within her, she proclaimed, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear!” (Luke 1:42)

Elizabeth opened her home to her cousin Mary along with the Spirit of God. When we come to the end of ourselves and thus open the home of our heart to the Spirit of God, He will be free to enter in and take residence there.

And beloved, just as when I crossed the threshold into Michigan and my spirit leaped within, yours will do the same as you go forth and begin your new journey home with Him.

 

Prayer for the day: Dear Jesus, I have tried for so long to do things on my own. Help me to open my heart to allow the Holy Spirit to come in and begin to guide me on this journey called life. Amen.

 

 

Del Bates

Del Bates is an author and a speaker. She is the president for the chapter of Treasure Coast Word Weavers in Vero Beach. She also is sits on the area Board for the South- East Area of Aglow Int. in Florida and resides as the president of her chapter, Vero Beach Aglow.

She has self-published a 40-Day Devotional Book ~ Daily Seeds/ Seeds of Grace, where you can find this devotional and many more. Del also has numerous stories in various anthologies and recently won an award at the Florida Christian Writers Conference in the Children Story Book category.

She and her husband are snowbirds. Florida in the winter, and Michigan in the summer where she enjoys her three grown children, their families and their five precious grandbabies.

Visit her at www.Delbates.com

 

 

A Place to Land

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In preparation of the launch of my memoir, A Place to Land: A Story of Longing and Belonging. I’m hosting a guest series called Heading Home Together.  

 

A Place to Land

 

This week I’m delighted to welcome Elizabeth Meyers, author of Undefeated: From Trial to TriumphElizabeth has a powerful story, and I’m excited for you to read a portion of it below. I hope it’s a blessing and an encouragement to you.

Here’s Elizabeth: 

 

elizabeth meyers

 

It’s Gonna Be Great!

My husband is an enthusiastic optimist and he often leads his family on the next great adventure with the familiar refrain, “It’s gonna be great! It’s gonna be awesome!”

My parents live in Alaska and one summer, while visiting them, we decided to go fishing for trout out on the Kenai River with some of our children. For reasons that escape me now, we chose to take the four youngest, ages 2, 4, 6, and 8.

It turned out to be one of our more adventurous fishing trips. Fishing with young children always requires adults to help bait the hook, cast the rod, and net the fish, often simultaneously.

In addition to children with hooks, the river itself presents some challenges. It’s a wide, swift-moving highway of water where we have to constantly be aware of avoiding other boats, sandbars, and “sweepers” (downed trees that hang out over the water).

My husband, being a fighter pilot, is unfazed by the flurry and intensity of activity. He is used to making split-second life-and-death decisions while flying at 500 mph just 500 feet above the ground. He was having a great time!

But that’s when multiple things went wrong simultaneously and our family fishing trip took a turn for the worse. We were busy trying to untangle lines and help the child with the “fish on” while telling the little ones to sit down when my husband looked up and realized we were drifting dangerously close to hazards at the edge of the river.

He started up the motor to move us to a better position, unaware that our daughter’s line had gotten tangled in the propeller during all the excitement.

When my husband started the motor, the line immediately when taut and snapped our daughter’s pole in half, dragging the top half into the water. Of course, my husband realized what happened and killed the motor instantly, but our daughter was startled by the abrupt loss of her pole.

A couple of days later, our family decided to go for a hike. As my husband was briefing the plan to the kids, he ended with his usual, “It’s gonna be great! It’s gonna be awesome!” and asked if anyone had any questions.

The daughter whose pole had so recently been brutally destroyed looked up at her Daddy with her big brown eyes and inquired, “Daddy? Do remember that time you said it was going to be awesome . . . and it wasn’t?”

 

Elizabeth Meyers

 

Undone

There are many places in God’s Word where He makes promises and tells us, “It’s gonna be great! It’s gonna be awesome!” But then we find ourselves struggling with grief, loss, and pain and sometimes we wonder if can really trust Him when He tells us that living life His way will be awesome.

The day I held the tiny. lifeless body of my son in the palm of my hand, my faith collided with reality in a way that shook me to my core. At 14 weeks pregnant, I had no suspicions that anything was wrong until the body of my precious baby boy was suddenly born. Without warning, I was completely undone.

 

Unanswered Questions

In the years that followed, I wrestled with doubts about God and struggled with depression and anxiety. I was hurt and angry, feeling like God had betrayed and abandoned me.

The rich promises of God’s Word seemed to mock me. Life had not turned out as awesome as God had promised and I was left confused and broken.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.

~ Psalm 91:9-10, NIV

In my mind, I had done my part by trying to live my life in step with Jesus. And yet, harm overtook me, stole my child, and disaster fell upon my “tent” in wave after relentless wave of sorrow.

 

Elizabeth Meyers

 

Learning to Trust

These years of wandering took their toll on me and God used my trials to soften me so He could remold me. Gradually, He guided me back to the path I needed to be on, but this time with a fuller understanding of who He really is and a stronger, more durable faith that was not built on everything going the way I thought it should.

 

Through my journey, I discovered that I do not want a God I can understand. I want a God I can trust even when I don’t understand.

 

Having more answers will never make me feel better, but allowing Jesus to have more of me is what finally began to soothe my pain and heal my hurt.

 

 

 

God does not waste our pain. Like a skilled and caring surgeon, He only allows the kind of pain that would be cruel to leave undone.

I still cannot fathom how or why losing my son is a part of God’s plan for my life, but I am learning to rest in the mystery of God’s wisdom, trusting His love more than my own understanding of His plan.

 

 

Undefeated

For me, God has used my years of struggle and pain to prepare me to minister to others whose world has been rocked by trials or tragedy. I want to share the hope that victory is possible and that God is always fighting for you.

What trial is crippling your faith and leaving you feeling drained and defeated? God has victory planned for you even in this. Even when nothing works out and everything falls apart, He is always there in the middle of your mess wanting to teach you how to overcome.

You were created to live victoriously. You just need to learn how. Let Him teach you. With an all-powerful, all-loving God in your corner, “It’s gonna be great!” even when life is not awesome.

 

elizabeth meyers

 

Elizabeth Meyers is a veteran, the wife of a full-afterburner fighter pilot and the mother of eight energetic children.

She the author of UNDEFEATED: From Trial to Triumph, and desires to teach others how to overcome adversity and live victoriously.

Connect with her at StandStrongFaith.com.

 

 

 

 

 

Today I’m excited to continue the series, Heading Home Together, as we gear up for the launch of my memoir, A Place to Land, releasing April 1st, 2018.

 

A Place to Land

 

This series features a number of guest writers sharing their own thoughts and reflections on themes related to home, eternity, longing, and belonging.

Join me as I welcome author and blogger Lindsey Brackett. Lindsey is a long-time member of the Five Minute Friday community, and recently released her first novel, which you can learn more about below.

 

lindsey brackett

 

 

Here’s Lindsey: 

 

These days, I think a lot about how places continue to shape our character and decisions long after we’ve left. I grew up in a tiny town only spitting distance from UGA football and lakes that shimmer all summer. The Granite Capitol of the World is Elberton’s claim to fame—and you can tell who’s getting prepared for the end times by the tombstones on display as you enter downtown.

These days I’m raising my family a few miles north in a place the Cabbage Patch dolls call home, a community that hovers on the foothills of Appalachia. My blood connection to these woods and blue ridges lies with my paternal grandfather who loved a campfire and hot coffee with almost the same intensity with which he loved my grandmother. But even so, sixty-plus years of fall camping trips to the ‘secret’ Walnut Tree isn’t the same as having been born into this place and these people. I get the history—but not the lineage.

 

Lindsey Brackett

 

I’ve noticed living in this area for the past ten years, you can belong to a place in zip code and phone record but never really belong. Never really feel a part of the intricate web of history and genealogy that so pervades small southern towns.

Most summers, my family packs up the minivan and heads across two states, hopping on I-95 and winding down to the coast of South Carolina, where the Lowcountry is edged by barrier islands and sleepy Edisto awaits. I grew up riding waves and scraping shells out of my swimsuit on this beach that’s like a portal to another time.

 

Lindsey Brackett

 

My mother grew up coming here after the tobacco had been hung to dry in the barns and school was near on the horizon. I wrote a novel that’s set on these shores and dirt roads hung with Spanish moss. So it’s more than just a vacation destination. It’s as much home as the Granite Capitol that raised me and the mountains that hold me now.

This realization came a few years ago, after I’d been gone awhile and returned to be saddened by the changes—and heartened by all that stayed the same. That summer we rode bikes in the evening twilight and bashed our knees in the high tide waves. We hunted snail shells and sharks’ teeth and the elusive sand dollar. We set up canopies and played all day.

 

Lindsey Brackett

 

One afternoon I rode my bike in search of two older beach cottages the local historian said would help me visualize the Edisto of my mother’s childhood. There was a woman tending tomatoes and flowers in the raised beds of a community garden in someone’s front yard. She wore a floppy hat not unlike the one my maternal grandmother clamped on her white head as she picked her way across the sand.

I stopped, hoping to ask a few questions.

“Where you from, honey?” was her iconic greeting.

I told her where we live, added that I’d grown up coming here with my grandparents from nearby Walterboro.

“Oh,” she said with an easy wave of her hand. “You’re local then.”

Local indeed. Every time I set down a scene on the page capturing this place as it was—and maybe as it will be—I’m grateful for my lineage. I offered a talk at the Colleton Memorial Library recently about those scenes that became a book, and the people who attended told me stories.

My grandparents have been gone from this place and this earth over twenty years, but they are not forgotten by those who knew them. With each handshake and signature, I draw a little closer to my history. My roots may be spread wide from this Lowcountry soil to the fertile fields of Georgia, but my heart is grateful to know, there’s always somewhere I’ll be a local.

 

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Lindsey’s novel, Still Watersis available on Amazon.

Here’s a short summary:

Lindsey Brackett

Cora Anne Halloway has a history degree and a plan—avoid her own past despite being waitlisted for graduate school. Then her beloved grandmother requests—and her dispassionate mother insists—she spend the summer at Still Waters, the family cottage on Edisto Beach.

Despite its picturesque setting, Still Waters haunts her with loss. Here her grandfather died, her parents’ marriage disintegrated, and as a child, she caused a tragic drowning. But lingering among the oak canopies and gentle tides, this place also tempts her with forgiveness—especially since Nan hired Tennessee Watson to oversee cottage repairs. A local contractor, but dedicated to the Island’s preservation from development, Tennessee offers her friendship and more, if she can move beyond her guilt over his father’s death.

When the family reunion brings to light Nan’s failing health, Cora Anne discovers how far Tennessee will go to protect her—and Edisto—from more desolation. Now she must choose between a life driven by guilt, or one washed clean by the tides of grace.

 

 

Lindsey BrackettAward-winning writer Lindsey P. Brackett once taught middle grades literature, but now she writes her own works in the midst of motherhood. Her debut novel, Still Waters, influenced by her family ties to the South Carolina Lowcountry, is a story about the power of family and forgiveness. Called “a brilliant debut” with “exquisite writing,” Still Waters also received 4-stars from Romantic Times.

A blogger since 2010, Lindsey has published articles and short stories in a variety of print and online publications including Southern Writers Magazine Best Short Fiction (2015 and 2017).  Her popular column appears in local North Georgia newspapers weekly. Currently, Lindsey is a general editor with Firefly Southern Fiction, an imprint of LPC Books, and she freelances as a writing coach. Previously, Lindsey served as Editor of Web Content for the Splickety Publishing Group where she wrote and edited flash fiction.

A Georgia native, Lindsey makes her home—full of wet towels, lost library books, and strong coffee—at the foothills of Appalachia with her patient husband and their four rowdy children. Connect with her at www.lindseypbrackett.com or on Facebook: Lindsey P. Brackett, Instagram: @lindseypbrackett, or Twitter: @lindsbrac.

 

Photos courtesy of Lindsey P. Brackett, used with permission. 

Disclosure: Affiliate links have been used in this post. 

 

A Place to Land

 

Today it’s my privilege to welcome Lisa Brittain to the blog series, Heading Home Together.

In preparation of the upcoming release of my memoir, A Place to LandI’ll be sharing a series of posts on themes related to the book.

 

longing for home

 

This post by Lisa Brittain first appeared on her blog, and now she is graciously sharing it with us here. I love how Lisa dives into Scripture to see the common thread of home appearing over and over again.

Here’s Lisa:

 

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I wonder…

if we were sitting around my favorite room of my house in our pajamas enjoying our favorite hot tea {mint for me please} and eating popcorn laced with plain M&M’s, how many different responses would result from this question:

What is home?

I imagine we would hear as many different responses as people willing to answer the question.

The definition of home is dependent on geography, culture, and generation. And in various seasons of life, home may take on a whole new look, size, and feel. Simply contemplating home can evoke some strong emotion – whether positive or negative.

The concept of home, I think, is closely tied to our hearts. And as such, the idea of home has to do with family, tradition, belonging, growing up, provision and participating.

Home is a memory-induced feeling we long for when we go out into the big wide world on our own. Or a fairy tale fabrication of what we always wished home would be for us with a vow of creating our own one day.

Where is your heart home?

Scripture abounds with stories of home. Homes lost, left, destroyed, battled over, redeemed, and rebuilt.  Homes filled with families, faith, fear, obedience, and deception. There are the elaborate homes of kings and the tents of the wandering nomads. Reading Scripture with an eye for home, it’s amazing and comforting to recognize – HOME is God’s idea.

 

 

At the beginning of Genesis, we should be in awe of God’s purposeful and loving creation of a perfect garden dwelling for His first man, Adam, and His first woman, Eve. God delighted in His people and the home He provided for them so much so God, Himself, would meet up and walk with them in the cool of the evening.

Adam and Eve forfeited the only home they had ever known with their rebellion against God. They were forced to leave home, but God didn’t leave them.

Where was the first couple’s heart home?

longing for homeWhat about God calling Abraham, out of the blue, to pack up and leave his homeland not having any idea of his destination. Abraham might be the original pioneer, taking his family, their belongings and livestock on a continual journey across foreign territory until God said, “Welcome to your new home, Abraham.” Abraham chose to believe God for His promise.

So where was Abraham’s heart home?

Moses, a Hebrew baby in a basket, was taken into Pharaoh’s home and was raised to manhood as a royal son of a foreign father. Later in life, Moses found himself caught between his bloodline and his adopted culture. After killing an Egyptian man, Moses fled to make a home of hiding in the desert.

God called to Moses from the burning bush and told Moses to go back to Egypt. Way out in that far-off land, God commissioned Moses to lead the Hebrew slaves out of captivity and into their true home – the Promised Land.

Where was Moses’ heart home?

David’s home was first a sheep pasture and then a battlefield and finally a King’s domain.

Where was David’s heart home?

And what about Jesus, who willingly left His heavenly place as the Word of God and took on flesh to live on this earth and call it home for 33 years?

Where was Jesus’ heart home?

 

Does your heart long for home?

When I ponder the word HOME, scripturally my mind automatically turns toward Naomi, whose story is told in the book of Ruth. Naomi left her home – her people – in Bethlehem of Judah. Surely this was Naomi’s heart home.

I wonder about the ripping of her heart – obedience to her husband, leaving loved ones behind in a famine, obedience to God, a mother’s desire to save and protect her children.

I wonder…

Did Naomi pack only her physical body, but leave her heart behind? Did she agree with her husband’s decision to leave their spiritual heritage – their culture and tradition?

I read the words of Scripture and I feel Naomi’s pain – the last hugs of family and friends, the heart-wrenching tearing away, and the tearful sobs deep in the gut. Surely, Naomi wondered if they were doing the right thing.

Why would they leave their heart home? Why would they leave God’s people in Bethlehem to live in a foreign land? Would they allow their children to be raised on unfamiliar food amongst a pagan people?

Did Naomi’s heart ache with a longing for home?

Later, after the men were buried, three women remained as widows. Naomi, who understood the searing pain of leaving everything familiar insisted the younger women return to their families and stay in their homeland. Yet, Ruth dramatically clung to her mother-in-law in love and devotion. Did Ruth’s heart long for the homeland of promise she had so often dreamed of through Naomi’s reminiscing?

I wonder…

Have you ever left your heart home to make a home in a foreign land?

Maybe your heart home is in the northern United States and you left it for the foreign land of the southern U.S. or vice versa. Perhaps you pioneered your way from your heart home in the east to make a home in the west. Or left your country of origin, your heart home, to live in another country – a foreign culture.

I know. It happens to me. If you’ve ever left your heart home, you feel that familiar tug – even as you read these words. Perhaps you find yourself flipping through an emotional photo album of familiar memories. The emotions are tangible – you can taste the food, smell the flowers, see your old best friend and hear the accents of your former neighbors.

My heart home is the state of Florida where I grew up, went to college, began my career, and got married.  Twenty years and almost all my memories are saturated in humid, salt breezes.

One life-changing day my newlywed husband asked excitedly, “Do you want to move to Atlanta?” My response did not share his enthusiasm, rather I squeaked out a panicked, “NO!”

Why would I want to move up north? It gets cold there and it is far from the ocean. My head was spinning as I wondered why this was happening. A move north had been nowhere on my radar. Nowhere in my plans.

The answer to why was that my husband’s position within the bank was being relocated from Orlando to Atlanta. He was excited because he had previously lived in Atlanta, and since he was originally from Dayton, Ohio, Atlanta was still considered living in the south.

I knew immediately there was no point in arguing or negotiating. This had to be a test … a newlywed test of the vows. I had just a month previous promised to go wherever he would go, live with my man in peace and assist him in his life’s work. But. Wait. This isn’t fair. I didn’t know I was promising to… leave. my. heart. home.

Isn’t it true our heart home is where we abide with Christ?

longing for homeWe’ve now lived 29 years away from my heart home. How can the tug to “go home” still be so strong when I’ve lived away longer than I lived in my heart home?

We visit, of course. We dream of one day pulling up roots and returning to my heart home along one of the coasts. We say we will, but only God knows if this is His best plan for us.

It’s here that I recognize the deep longing for our heart home is knitted into the fabric of every one of us by our Creator, Father God. We were designed for perfect garden living in a Kingdom as princess or prince forever in the worship of our King Jesus. And yet for a little while, we have been assigned to live here on this earth as Ambassadors of our King in this foreign land.

Yes, we are a people with hearts deeply longing for our heart home.

Though I want to go, I’m willing to stay put as a matter of obedience. With this new perspective, 29 years in the development, I see my time here has been beneficial. There’s been Kingdom work to do here. I see more clearly today Atlanta is home because this is where we are family – biological, faith, and neighborhood family.  Our roots are dug deep.

In truth, the idea of hearing my husband say, “How would you like to move to South Florida?” sends a hopeful thrill through my spine. And yet the true revelation is in my soul’s anticipation of finding my forever heart home with God. I’m not ready to leave this earth yet, but when I do…

The deep longing for my heart home will be finally and completely fulfilled.

I’ll be forever HOME!

 

Questions to ponder:

What emotions surge to the surface when you think of HOME?

  • When you visualize home what do you see?
    • What do you smell?
    • What do you hear?
    • What do you taste?
    • What do you feel?

 

  • What place would you say is your heart home?
    • Is there a Scriptural reference to home in which you strongly relate?

 

  • Why not take your heart home longings to the Lord asking Him for wisdom, discernment, healing and His good plans for you.
    • Will you journal your conversation with Jesus?

 

Eyes on Jesus… you’re Shining!

~Lisa

 

longing for homeLisa Brittain and her husband, Randy, reside in Lilburn, Georgia, and have been married nearly 30 years. Together they are parents to two men pioneering their own journey in life. Lisa also shares her home with three furry adopted pups – Nole, Liberty and Victor.

By day Lisa works as the receptionist of her community middle school. However, her true passion for Jesus, loving people, building community, writing, and discipling women in the Word of God to have a voice and share their testimonies flows in and through and around all the open moments of her everyday life.

 

 

 

Lisa offers many opportunities to share her journey with Jesus:

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Five months from today, on April 1st, 2018, Lord willing my memoir will enter the world.

To celebrate the upcoming release, for the next several months I’ll be hosting a brand new series called Heading Home Together, featuring a number of guest bloggers sharing stories on home, eternity, longing, and belonging — all themes that are present in A Place to Land.

 

sweet spot

 

To kick off this series, it’s my pleasure to welcome my friend Mary Geisen to the blog. Mary is a wise and generous woman of God. Her book, Brave Faith: A 31-Day Devotional Journey is available on Amazon.

 

sweet spot

 

Here’s Mary: 

 

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The temperature felt like ninety degrees in the noonday sun. If I looked closely, I saw steam radiating off the asphalt. Nearby, my mom looked confident and in control in her tennis skirt, hat, and sunglasses.

I gazed at the volley of tennis balls distractedly, waiting for the moment I needed to fetch the ones that fell out of play.

Everything changed when I realized my mom was talking to me.

 

 

“Do you want to hit some balls with me?” she asked.

Quickly I scooped up the extra racquet and wrapped my right hand around the grip. This began my foray into the world of tennis. Time with my mom was precious. Learning how to play her favorite game was priceless.

Finding your sweet spot is a tennis player’s dream. The ball goes farther and faster and basically, you have a better chance of winning. This lesson was one my mom taught me and it has followed me through my life. I do not play tennis anymore, but I remember the sweet moments my mom and I spent together on the hot tennis court during the summer.

Reimagining home is much like finding your sweet spot.

It takes what you already know about home and mixes it with all you learn as you journey through the different seasons of life. It reframes the typical ideas of home as a shelter to be so much more. Reimagining home opens the door to your heart and makes space for seeing home through the eyes of God. And when you do this work, God aligns each part so finding your sweet spot becomes a reality.

My definition of home has changed over the years. During the last year, God completely reshaped my idea of home as I packed up and moved away from the area I lived in my whole life. He took me away from the comfortable and showed me how to find Him in the transition through friends. God welcomed me into new beginnings while teaching me that a true home will always reflect Him.

Reimagining home embraces your basic beliefs by providing the foundation and adds on God’s lessons to give it shape.

Home is …

Arms open wide ready to embrace you in a hug.

Making dinner and sharing it with those you love.

Not just the place you lay your head at night.

The door you walk through to acceptance.

An open window of invitation.

The foundation of who you are and what you are becoming.

Home allows joy and sorrow to coexist and never judges. We feel most at home when we know that leaving doesn’t mean forever, but until we meet again. When goodbyes happen, home is still there. Home is not only where your people are, but who you carry in your heart.

Finally,

Home is finding your sweet spot.

It is the place where you are always invited.

Where you will always have a seat at the table.

And the place you recognize who you are becoming because it’s where you feel most like YOU!

As you reimagine home, let go of any preconceived ideas and let God reframe them for you. Embrace the welcome, find your seat at the table and allow yourself to become the person God created you to be. Open your heart to new beginnings. Journey on the path to becoming and let God lead you to where you ache for home.

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes

 

Mary Geisen

Mary Geisen is a lover of coffee and deep, soul-filled conversations. She is the mom of two married sons, a retired teacher, writer, author and seeker of grace in the ordinary. Several years ago, God called her to bravely step out by sharing her journey in written form. The power of God’s words has inspired her journey of healing and drawing closer to God through the power of grace. She continues to walk toward brave faith in her everyday life and encourages others to do the same.