Home Is Where It Gets Really Crazy

Spring break has come to an end for daughter Debbie. It’s gone too fast. Again.

She’s back in Tennessee. The land of clouds and gray. Leaving the sunshine state wasn’t her preference. Especially since going back is all about her academic pursuits.

She’s pretty perturbed with that pursuit. Thank goodness she’s almost done.

A break isn’t exactly how I would’ve classified this past week. More like a very small cup filled to overflowing with activity and people.unnamed-7

Being her mom, and operating out of ridiculously high expectations that rarely, if ever, are met, I expected it to be a space of sanctuary for Deb. That home would be a refuge. An opportunity to refuel and refresh before giving her best shot to end her last semester of her college career.

Not so much.

But we enjoyed her.

She grabbed rest when she could. But between activities and people, there was family.

And everyone wanted Debbie-time.

unnamed-91-e1394996937303Can’t lie. So did I.

As much as I wanted this to be a restful time for her, I knew that was pie-in-the-sky thinking. She gets around her nieces and nephews and they think she’s one of them. Just a little taller. Whether it’s kicking around a soccer ball or sharing a cinnamon roll, she’s right in there with them.

Isn’t that what home is? Lives shared with all the sweetness and stickiness. Lives tangled like the cord on my blow dryer. Lives lived together.

I think about the idea of home a lot. About the one where I grew up. About the one John and I have established for our family. Have there been disappointments along the way? You betcha. Are there times I long for a redo? Absolutely. John and I have joked about the dream gift we’d have loved to give each of our kids when they graduated from college–six months of counseling to help them unpack the baggage we so thoughtfully helped them pack.  In our home.

What do I want to come home to? Calm. Peace. A place where I’m known and loved. A safe place. Somewhere that stays the same even though my reality is always changing. Somewhere I know I’m accepted no matter what I do. No matter what mistakes or foolish choices I’ve made.

Idyllic. Not really possible. This side of heaven.

During their final time alone with Jesus before He was arrested, He told them He’d be betrayed. By one of them. Not a happy home atmosphere. Even though He knew the suffering that was ahead for Him, He consoled them.

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in Me. There is more than enough room in My Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will ALWAYS be with Me where I am.”   John 14:1-3

The home we all long for is the home Jesus has prepared for us. With Him forever. In relationship with Him. Heaven.

That’s where His family will be.

And I’m thrilled to be part of it.

What about you?

11 responses to “Home Is Where It Gets Really Crazy”

  1. Oh Dayle… I needed to read that bit of truth this morning. “Don’t let your heart be trouble. Trust in God, trust also in me.”

    So here’s why my heart is troubled… Benj started bleeding again. He’s had a flare with his ulcerative colitis and it’s bad. He’s lost at least 10 lbs. He’s not eating well. He’s miserable. And I hate, hate, hate seeing him like this — and feeling so powerless to do anything to stop it — especially the bleeding.

    So please pray. For healing, for strength, for grace to walk this road that the Good Shepherd is leading us through…

    I’m worn out.


    *Julie Sanders*

    julie.sanders@cru.org http://www.thesandersplanet.com


    1. The trouble creeps in on little cat feet–quietly. And then jumps out at you with the surprise you never anticipated. Come home, friend!


  2. alice fredricks Avatar
    alice fredricks

    YES, I think we will be amazed at how wonderful our heavenly home will be! Probably totally different than we can even imagine! Lots to look forward to!!!!


    1. It becomes more fun to look forward to it. To sharing eternity with sweet friends like you. Thanks for the encouragement.


  3. michelle Beckman Avatar
    michelle Beckman

    Love your honesty. Love your way with words that captures so much. Love your daughter Debbie. Love you!


    1. Thanks for your sweet encouragement. And for always loving my kids so well. So genuinely and kindly. You’re a hero in so many ways.


  4. My ‘Baby” is coming for a Spring Break visit too! We can’t wait! Oh, how grateful I am for the messy, crazy, unexpected, uncontrollable, never enough family love!


    1. Home is messy love. And wonderful memories made in light of the mess! Enjoy your “baby”!


  5. Now an airboat I’ve never been on, but I’m with Isley and like the sound of my own voice – [it’s a good thing I can snuggle with Jesus – a real sure thing when I’m blabbing around – knowing HE receives me no matter what and then HE makes a memory of it.] And then there’s Debbie – sticky as ever – going back to TN to finish up – Bless Her! I’ll help you and John unpack your baggage – if you guys will help me with mine! Guess I’ll have to trust HIM again – HE knows what’s ahead for HIM and ME also – after all – HE’S prepared HOME for us ALL! [Praying for Julie also]


  6. Laura Okichich Avatar
    Laura Okichich

    Amy is in her last semester at college too! I can/can’t believe it, & neither can she. It seems to have gone quicker than high school. We are excited & anxious, especially in this economy (even though she’s worked her butt off again) about what lies ahead, Debbie is too, I’m sure. You’ve been through this many more times than I have, but I’m sure you’re anxious & excited for her again. Good luck and prayers all goes well for Debbie also.


  7. It’s crazy how fast they grow up. I know how proud of Amy you are–she’s worked hard and with integrity. We’ve got us a couple of great gals, Laura!


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