They say “home is where the heart is”It may sound strange but I have lived in several different places that have always felt like home. I remember my first real paying job was in Sussex where I boarded through the week but when the weekend come around I was going home to my Uncle Aubrey and Aunt Viola’s house on Snyder Mountain and it also seemed like my home. Then occasionally we would come back to Ripples to my real home where my parents lived. I too, had lived here most of my l7 years. Later I worked in Fredericton where I roomed at Robert and Francis Reeds. They were a lovely couple who had four boys and I felt right at home here too. Often after a day at the office it was so nice to get back home! Still when the weekend came It found me running back to my Mom and Dad’s home! My mother wasn’t very well so I moved back home so I could give her a hand and travelled to work for a while. Then when I married we moved into a little house that we rented and called it home. After a few months we moved to another small house we called home. Here we had three children and a small house so my husband built the house we are now living in. This is truly our home! I’ve come to the conclusion that home really is where the heart is. It is the people we love that make the house the home! When our children left home it was a lonesome place but I have memories of the children and I still have my husband so it is still home. I have wondered if something happened to my husband, what would I do, but I will always feel this is my home and I am so blessed! You may ask why? To that I have to answer because of all my good memories. I have a good husband and wonderful family. Roy put a lot of work into building our home (along with my help,of course)lol. When he was putting the walls up on the second floor he came for me to help him. He needed someone to steady them as he pushed them out and up. He told me to push when he said ‘push’. Now can you imagine in your mind what that would have been like? I never did like heights. So, up the ladder I went and he had the side all ready to stand up, I grabbed one end of it and he the other. Well, when he said “push” I did start to push but thought it was going to fall on the ground so I started pulling back for dear life. He finally got it up but I wasn’t much help to him. So memories are important to me as they help to make a house a home too. I hope I will be able to stay in my own home the rest of my life here on planet earth.
I also have another home and I am looking forward to it. No, I have never seen it but I am sure it is more splendid than Roy and I could build! Jesus left me a letter (His Word) when He went on high and He said in the l4th chapter of Saint John’s gospel “In my father’s house are many mansions- I go to prepare a place for you and when I come again I will receive you unto myself that where I am there ye may be also! I can’t even begin to imagine what it is like, I have never been in a mansion but soon, oh so very soon, He is coming to take me to my mansion or home he has prepared for me. I won’t have to help put the walls up as He already has my home prepared for me. I really don’t want to miss the trip to my new home. Why do I call it my home? Because my best friend will be there too! Jesus is the one I love. He has always loved me and even gave his life for me on Calvary! Thank you, Jesus , for your shed blood that makes me whiter than snow.
My home’s in Heaven, just waiting for me and when I get there how happy I’ll be. My home’s in Heaven , salvation’s free, for Jesus paid it on Calvary’s tree!
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January 8, 2010 by rippleswritings
Yvonne like your blog it remine me of went we build are house i did the same as you did with the wall.
Have a good day.