It’s Friday, time for another link-up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday. Friday is a time when we “write for five minutes no worrying if everything is just right.” You can join in the fun HERE.
We sat on the couch last night and talked to our son about the possibility of home needing to be some place other than North Carolina. This is the only home our nine-year old son has known.
We’ve recently entered a season of uncertainty. And, while grateful for the time to plan and search, we don’t know whether home will still be here in three months time.
The thought, although scary, is also mixed with a weird sense of anticipation. Yet, I know, the more days that roll by without a clear and definitive path in sight, the more fear will threaten to creep into my mind.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been reminded that when you strip everything else away, home is not a building or a specific location on a map. Home is a feeling of belonging.
Home is family.
Home is friends.
Home is the soft,cool pillow where you rest your head after a long journey back…
My son’s comment sums up my feelings too. “I would be okay with moving…I would just want to figure out how to bring Jacob (a good friend) with me.”
Yep, me too.