Belonging Brings Rest

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve crossed the threshold of my home and sighed a sigh of relief. I’ve thrown my stuff on the couch or the table and breath deep. I’m home. 

I’ve reached my place of real rest. I can find my favorite things in the fridge. I have my comfy house shoes ready for my aching feet. I sit on my lumpy couch that’s seen many guests and naps and conversations with a hot cup of coffee in hand.  

In my house I can find my favorite people in the whole world who want to hear about my day and want just one more snuggle before they head to bed.  I can set the temperature of the room how I want it (not too cold) and then I can put my head down on the pillow that’s just right for my neck, so I don’t get a headache the next day.  

My house is a place of belonging. I know where I stand in my relationships, and I can be comfortable and well-cared for with all its bounty. It’s my own version of something like heaven on earth. 

How many times has your home felt like this? Maybe just for a moment before toys get scattered on the floor again? Or when everyone’s having a magical day and bickering is at bay and there’s smiles and laughter abounding? 

Anyone who knows me knows that my home isn’t a portrait of perfection (I’m a recovering “messy” person) – but the other picture I’ve chosen to paint for myself and everyone who enters is that you and I belong here. 

Join me on a journey of learning to love the place you’re at and inviting people into that place of rest and connection.  

We will make room.