“for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.” Ruth 1:16
GOING HOME
They say you can’t go home again, but I do it every day.
For “home” is where the heart is. And my heart will choose the way.
God has provided me a ticket with no expiration date.
It is called a “Memory Ticket” and to use it I can’t wait.
Today I will go back to my childhood. Wonderful times in my memory.
Dad, mom, brothers, and sisters gathered round the dinner table. No TV.
Eating watermelon and roasting marshmallows over a fire of autumn leaves.
Living life “free as a bird”. No walls surrounding our home. Life was a breeze.
Heading for my sister’s farm as soon as school was dismissed in the spring.
Spending the summer in the sun. The happiness that would bring.
Eating corn on-the-cob. Picking a fresh tomato, a saltshaker in hand.
All the cares of the world forgotten. How could life be so grand?
Drinking chocolate cokes and eating French fries, after a busy high school day.
Seeing old friends and catching up. Hearing what they have to say.
Walking down familiar streets. Old houses and old trees greet me.
The memories that were fashioned here. In my mind they will always be.
When I reminisce about the old times, my memories I engage.
So many more I could add to these. Too numerous to put on a page.
But I’ll take another trip tomorrow. Which “home” will I wish to see?
Wherever my memories take me. I can’t wait to see where that will be.
What does your “memory bank” hold? Do you take trips down “memory lane”?
Are your memories, “happy memories?” Is it happiness that you gain?
Do you have a lot of “homes” to visit? Is the adventure one that you want to take?
But “home” is where the heart is. The “happy home” is yours to make.
But when I reach my “eternal home”, my traveling days will end.
There will be no further need for a ticket. God cancelled it. Journey’s end.
My home will be with my husband. He is waiting for me there.
This is the “home” where I long to be. The destination of my prayer.
Carole Schossow
