I have lived in several different houses and apartments in my life and none of them seemed
like home. Well, that is at least not at first. You see, in all the hustle and bustle of settling in,
unpacking boxes, hunting for lost items, hanging pictures, adjusting to new surroundings, and
the general craziness of moving your life from one place to another there is no real sense of
home. That sense comes much later and often unexpectedly. It comes one day when after a long
day’s work you settle into your chair, breath in deep, relax, and suddenly feel at peace. That is
when you look around at those walls and ceiling as if for the first time and give thanks to God
for this wonderful place to live. That is when you finally make your house into your home by
blessing it with your love.
No matter how small, old, or run down the places I have lived in have been there has always
been that point when I blessed them with my love, took them into my heart, and made them my
home. There has always been that point when I realized that any hut, shack, or hovel could still
be a castle as long as God and love lived inside it with me.
There is another place that we all should bless with our love and make our home. That is
this world we live in. It may not be our permanent home, but while we are here we should do all
we can to make it our loving home. We are here, after all, for only a short time. Why not use it
to bring as much Heaven as we can down here to Earth?
Whether you are sitting in your favorite chair, cooking your dinner, looking up at the night sky,
or walking outside on a cool, brisk morning then know that you are home. Know that you are
living in a world created in love. Know that you can bless that world with your love as well.
Home is where the love is. Home is where God is. May everywhere you live be home to you.
~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~
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