Thursday, October 13, 2005
Home Sweet....
Our senior pastor, Phil Ryken, gave a very moving "window on the world" as part of the service last Sunday night. It was prompted by the occasion that his parents have recently moved from his boyhood home. He shared his memories and then reminded us where our real home is. Its one of those things you know but that it is good to be reminded of from time to time and especially in a way that was so personal and obviously heartfelt and not just being said as a "truism".
My parent's moved from my childhood home many (20?) years ago. But I still have strong and important memories of that house and the fun times I spent there. We moved my husband's parents out of his boyhood home 3 years ago. That house too holds special memories, in fact tonight my daughter held up an orange bear we"inherited" when they moved and said "I used to use this for the Momma Bear when we played Goldilocks on the stairs at Grammy's old house, that was one of my favorite things".
Here are a few of my favorite memories of my childhood home. What are some of yours?
1) The way the Christmas tree sparkled through the front door as you drove up the driveway on cold snowy night and just made you feel welcome and warm.
2) The tree out back where I would go climb up and sit on a branch with my back against the trunk and read when my mom told me to go "play outside".
3) The sound of my parents playing bridge with friends or of my mom typing a paper for me in the kitchen as it wafted down the hall while I lay in bed.
4) The lime aftershave smell of the basement bathroom that my dad always used.
5) My sister's double bed and the wide headboard it had which we used to stand on as a mountain when playing "sound of music" and how we both slept there on Christmas eve along with every stuffed animal we both owned.
My parent's moved from my childhood home many (20?) years ago. But I still have strong and important memories of that house and the fun times I spent there. We moved my husband's parents out of his boyhood home 3 years ago. That house too holds special memories, in fact tonight my daughter held up an orange bear we"inherited" when they moved and said "I used to use this for the Momma Bear when we played Goldilocks on the stairs at Grammy's old house, that was one of my favorite things".
Here are a few of my favorite memories of my childhood home. What are some of yours?
1) The way the Christmas tree sparkled through the front door as you drove up the driveway on cold snowy night and just made you feel welcome and warm.
2) The tree out back where I would go climb up and sit on a branch with my back against the trunk and read when my mom told me to go "play outside".
3) The sound of my parents playing bridge with friends or of my mom typing a paper for me in the kitchen as it wafted down the hall while I lay in bed.
4) The lime aftershave smell of the basement bathroom that my dad always used.
5) My sister's double bed and the wide headboard it had which we used to stand on as a mountain when playing "sound of music" and how we both slept there on Christmas eve along with every stuffed animal we both owned.
