“home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.”
~Harriet Beecher Stowe
it’s great to be home after a long weekend. i enjoyed meeting some wonderful new people and share the way, the truth, the life. you know who you are. thanks for giving me the opportunity to learn and grow.
coming home and just playing with my wife’s belly was all i needed as i tend to crash after retreats and conferences. while i get great joy out of being at church, retreats, conferences or just simply being around God’s people, there is something incredibly comforting about being home with my wife. what makes home so great? obviously, for one, i’m living with the love of my life. i don’t think i’d write this entry if i were living by myself.
home is also the place where i lay my head. i’m surrounded by the people that mean the most to me and know me, as i am, without pretense. that may include those who drop by our place regularly, those in our community. it is a place where we get over doing things the wrong way so often only to strive towards honestly learning how to do things together and in the right way. we can only get better with each other.
i know some homes may not be the safest places. we may have grown up in homes where we fear, hide and learn to be great actors in the world outside. what goes on behind the velvet curtains no one really knows but us. we talked about families and parenting at this conference over the weekend. it can be such a daunting task. there are so many ugly things in this world and horrible things that can happen to us. sin – things are not the way they’re supposed to be. we’re not what we’re supposed to be. oh but for grace. grace finds beauty in everything.
continuing on my messages and previous post on being naked. while naked is the point, to move beyond fear and rejection, we need to be naked with an agenda. yes, it’s acceptance but also moving to the place where we need to be, where we need to go. let’s get there together. so that, there’s no need to put those dirty clothes back on. no need for masks or costumes. no more pretending. we are finally ourselves, only better. healed.
i want my son to grow up in a home where he is who he is all that he has been created to be. it’s where he will learn to play well with others. i can’t wait to meet my little naked baby boy and see him one day running around this small apartment with sounds of laughter and delight.