As my husband and my mother will verify, I have always been a homebody.
There is no place like home.
So I'm happy now.
We've been to the north of the Red River. Now we're back.
Cozy and snug.
Back in 1989, after my twin died of cancer, I went to a Christian counselor. (You'll see how this relates.)
This counselor helped me in many ways.
One way was this: she had me think of places I'd been that were 'safe places'. Places that made me feel good. Warm, and accepted. .... Loved.
She suggested I think about those places .... dwell on them ... that I 'go there' in my mind. Walk around. 'Be there.' And let them help me with my grief. Let them be what Philippians 4:8 means. (I have that up on top of the side bar now.)
'Course everywhere I 'went' Peggy would be there. We never went anywhere, growing up, without each other. Never.
I thought it would be too painful to think about places in my past... but no, NO.... it helped me so much. SO MUCH.
I say all that to say that the main place I 'went to' when I was going through that counseling in '89 was 3/4 N. Bryan Rd. in Mission, Texas. That was my home... where I grew up (from the third grade on).
I would 'go there' in my mind lots of times back in 1989, when my counselor recommended that ... and since then.... and even today (obviously).
Sadly, some of my blogreaders don't have a good, 'safe' home to think about. But you can think of some place that is wonderful. A neighbor's home. A best friend's home. Why, when I think about it I have A LOT of homes to think about... and not just from my childhood. ... I think of Nana and Daddy Bob's home in Oklahoma. You can't imagine how much love was in that home. The memories from there are SO healing. (I think about that house on Marion VERY often. I like to 'walk through it.')
Also, of course, I think of WHITE HAVEN in little Colfax, Texas. My parents built a home there and moved in in 1977. It was my great grandfather's (Will White's) homesite... and the most wonderful place you can imagine. My kids, Will and Laura, and Peggy's kids, Cap and Elizabeth, have memories from there that will last them their whole lifetime. And they will tell their children and grandchildren about WHITE HAVEN ... where they rode horses (Bullet, Prize, Cherry Muffin, Freckles, El Cid (I think I'm forgetting some), and had hay rides out to the back creek and, perhaps the best part, were pulled on a 'pony cart' by Freckles with my dad being the 'driver'. And there were the Bible readings every morning after breakfast.... oh, and playing Donkey Kong... oh, and the Fourth of July reunions when sometimes well over 100 people from the Will White family would gather under the big trees - with their covered dishes and sweet tea. (Oh my, so many memories.)
(My parents lived there until Oct. '04, when they moved to the Metroplex to be near me.)
Talk about a 'healing-memory-place'.
Well, I started this post with the idea of writing about being glad to be home tonight.
Right now I have tears in my eyes ....
... and I'm feeling very loved... and very much at peace.
Memories can be so wonderful.
I so hope that you, dear blog reader, have memories that will help you, too.
Surely you have some.
Go there... and give yourself some time to just sit and 'walk around'.
(You might need a tissue.)