Our grandparents loved. They loved each other, they loved their neighbor, and they loved us. They weren’t the grandparents that were snuggly and cuddly, but their love was apparent and strong. There was always enough for one more at their table and in their hearts. They are my first blessing.
When I was a child, we moved a LOT. I counted one time, and by the time I was 10 years old we had moved almost 20 times! One result of this is that I felt very strongly that my grandparents’ home in Boise, ID was “home”. No matter where we were in the world, it was a constant and a comfort. I’m sure that extends to my sisters and cousins, who traveled all over the world, doing amazing things, and ALWAYS came back home to Grandma and Grandpa Gamel.
As a mother, I want my children and grandchildren to have that same feeling. No matter where they are in the world, or what circumstances come their way, we are “home” for them. When my house was lost pursuant to divorce, I felt as though that ability had been taken away. God, however, is a generous and loving provider. He has gifted us with relationships and a place that we can call home, and expanded our family to include my husband and my new daughters. With Sandy and Mary Gamel as an example, how could my home be anything but a place of love, a soft place to land, a harbor in a storm?
Where (or who) is your “home?”
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