How can one write about home in just five minutes? For it is all that happens within these walls and all that we learn here that we carry throughout the earth.
Home is where we figure out who we are and to whom we belong. It’s where we paint pictures of what is most important, the floating hearts and the rainbows and people with crazy hair holding hands.
It’s where we are reminded that we are beautiful, thoughtful, strong and brave. It’s where we learn that we are world changers and that we can do hard things.
Home is where the bones are laid in place — the skeleton that we will hang life’s skin on.
Home is meals around the table and sharing our cherries and pits. It is the freedom to fall undone in a pile and know love is still waiting in those arms, that kiss, those eyes that understand.
Home is the place of dance parties and yelling too loud. It is the place of complaints about dinner and counting down to birthdays. It is chaos and days stretching long and flying by in a blur.
Home is peace gathered round the story. Home is where we learn to cheer for each other, trying to appreciate who she is and who I am and how we are safe here.
And here, perfect is not the point. Perfect is not the point.
Home is where we work it out — struggle and screw up and ask forgiveness and learn to love and give it away.
And there’s no place like it.
Tough to limit myself to five minutes today. Thank you for your grace that sees into the gaps. I’m joining up again with the Five Minute Friday community of friends over at Lisa-Jo‘s where we write for five minutes, refrain from extreme editing and encourage one another freely. Today began with the prompt: HOME. Would you like to join us? Happy weekend, dear ones.