Abby wrote a few days ago about seeking and finding a place that is home. My last post here was about the temptation to seek a larger space for home. Now, having evaluated what we need and what we want, we are both settled, in mind and spirit, into this space that is ours, in this beautiful place.
Days are often spent at the house that my daughter and son-in-law so graciously share with us. There we can spread out to do the laundry, cook on a full-sized stove, and scatter paper work on their dining table. So we are not really as confined as we thought that we would be, but a strange and wonderful thing has happened.
As much as we enjoy our excursions into the larger world, as much as we appreciate the hospitality shared, as much as we love seeing our children and grandchildren so frequently, in the evening, as we wend our way through the wooded drive to our campsite, we experience the quickened heart rate of the knowledge that we are coming home.
Our tiny motor-home, with its limited capacity for space and stuff, has become the oasis that nurtures us, the haven that shelters us, the resting place that prepares us to go forth another day. It is the place for prayer and conversation, for sleep and contemplation, for solitude and socialization. It is our space for being and becoming, a holy place. In a way that is new and fresh, it is home. It is the place that God has helped us find, and we are aware that God shares this space with us. We hope for each of you a space like this, where you are safe and loved, a place to be the person God is shaping you to be.