Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Dear God,

This morning as I awakened, I gazed upon the low ceiling in our 200-year-old home.  There was just something about it that cried out HOME, Home, Home.  It was then I recalled a memory from 60 plus years ago when I was a child staying at my grandparents' old country farmhouse in Atlanta, Indiana.

The farmhouse was in our family for over a century.  It was the seat of births, deaths, family reunions, Sunday dinners, holiday get-togethers, summer sleep-overs, quilting bees, home-canning and so much more.  Every time I stepped into that home, I felt content, happy, loved, connected and blessed.  Especially in the early mornings, I would awaken to bacon being cooked on the old stove downstairs. I loved breathing in that sweet scent of Grandma's home cooking.   Because there was no heat upstairs except in the summer heat, I would snuggle up in the old quilts on the Jenny Lind bed and stare at the ceiling.  I felt HOME, at home, and in home.

This morning you took me on a long trip back home and I am still smiling!

Thank you

for the journey

this morning,

O God.

You give us

gifts beyond measure.

Thank you

for the

special blessings

this morning.

Yours, Andrea