Home is supposed to be where the heart is, you think of phrases like 'home sweet home' when the subject comes to mind. We fail to remember that it is not the structure of the house, its contents or its comforts that warms the heart...only, the members of it.
Very often after a long day at work, I long to go home. But something tugs the heart, telling me again to think again. Is my husband back yet? Would my children be sleeping or eating now (if so, then they have to be left undisturbed)? Who would I have to face at home? Someone who is welcoming or a volcano waiting to erupt? A restless character waiting to be provoked and hence flaring its mass fury? Whatever it is, it is best to wait. To wait till you are sure there is someone there who genuinely care about you. That is what makes home a place worth going back to.
I was to go to work in the morning yesterday, my daughter who is now almost three is very familiar with my routines. When I stopped to say goodbye to her, she said "Mummy, you cannot go to work anymore. Because I want to be with you for a long long time" I was touched, knowing the fact that someone truly valued my company for what it is. I am no clown, I do not come home with rewards everyday for her, but yet this beautiful young girl is longing for me, actually yearning for my return every evening and dreading my departure every morning. Who am I, that deserved such treatment from someone so pure and innocent, someone whom God said, "Let them (children) come to Me".Now, that is my reason for being home. Thank you Lord for my daughters. I see the light now.
Then, at home yesterday, while going up the steps, I walked with my husband. He held my hand. It felt warm, firm and certain. Then I am affirmed that he would always be there with me, despite all the persecution, all the ice from the 'cold war', he would be there with the warmth that I need. You know how sometimes, a firm handshake can 'wake' you, and motivates you? A firm handshake from a person passionate for life can sometimes revive your jaded attitude, now that is what I meant. Perhaps that was what I needed then, that simple touch.
Thank you Lord for my husband. Thank you Lord for being there in the midst of difficulties, that even thought the adversaries make up the majority, I know I have strong allies.
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