Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9
Rick and I just returned from a trip to MD. It still feels like home, but I didn’t feel homesick, if that makes sense. Connecting with dear friends and family was the highlight of each day. We had lived there for 38 years and raised our family creating a multitude of treasured memories. Preparing to move to Colorado two years ago was a bittersweet process, yet I know God has been with us guiding each step. Here is a poem describing revelations that helped me let go, grieve, and prepared me for this new season.
Melodies of the Home
Empty rooms and echoing halls once filled with
the music of laughter, voices and footsteps.
Walls that were decorated with faces of loved ones’ smiles,
are now bare, with only the memories soaked inside.
Oh if these walls had voices, the ballads they would sing
If the floors were instruments, the rhythm of life would be a symphony.
First the bouncing beat of babies and toddlers
Full of giggles and teary-eyed cries
Boo boos being kissed and bedtime stories retold.
Next the chaotic cacophony of school books and
choruses full of chatter, chiding and cheers,
Interspersed with descants of backyard picnics,
Refrigerator Picassos, piles of laundry, and insatiable appetites.
As the family grows into the teen years, the symphony reaches a climax of
the dichotomous joys and challenges that accompany emerging independence,
Ending with a mournful melody interspersed with harmonies of joyful expectation!
This home embraces the many memories and movements carved into the
walls and floors from each season of life.
But just like seasons, houses change, families grow up and move on.
This house now silent; cleaned spotless, swept clear of generational legacies,
Becomes an empty score for the composition of a new family chorus.
God bless this home, the tunes that dwell within and the harmonies of a new song.
By Peg Arnold 2017