Home Sweet Home

This weekend I made an impromptu trip home. It was really just well, spontaneous. I just purchased shuttle tickets and left from work. No extra clothes or anything, I just left. It was an adventure that's for sure. On the way to Parma there were two guys who sat behind me, one had just returned from Iraq (don't worry I wished him a Happy Veteran's Day) and his buddy who hasn't seen him since his deployment. They were quite chatty with me and asked me the reason for my trip to Parma. I told them bits and pieces and they thought I was pretty funny, and then he said something to me that has stuck with me for the past couple of days:

"You don't know how lucky you are to consider 'Home' your place of refuge from the storms of life. There are so many people who run from their home, and you run to it. I think that's a testament to your parents and siblings, I hope you never take for granted what your parents have established there..."

That comment just made me smile, because it's true. Then I got emotional, because here I was wallowing in self-pity and misery when others always have it so much worse. I have a place to go when life wants to kick me. I ran to the place that I knew would give me comfort and strength I was looking for. It was my safe harbor, where I am loved no matter what I've done or what has happened. It is true that my parents have established that, and it's such a blessing. My parents do not allow filth or garbage to come into our house, making it that much more of a haven. That's my goal I decided, a place where my children are loved no matter their trials, disappointments, and short comings. A place where all are loved and all are cherished, and a place were the spirit can peacefully reside.

The weekend was much needed. I found answers I was seeking, found peace I was looking for, and left with strength I needed. It's like a battery charging place, I needed to refill because I was extra low.

On a different note I don't even want to talk about my BSU Broncos. Sad...