I adored this as soon as I saw it! For one thing, it reminded me so much of Punk & Janie's camp at Bush Lake. The camp was rustic, sprawling and comfortable. Flaps & screens all around to allow the the air to come in the warm weather. Battery powered fans to cool you as you slept. A wood stove and piles of blankets to warm you in the winter. Many of our best times ever were at Bush Lake and that old camp house.
It also makes me think of the saying Daddy used every single time anyone asked him how he was, "Never felt better or had less, in my poor life."
And it applies to me and Pete now. Our home would be considered a hovel by many. Damage it sustained due to Rita that didn't show up for quite some time. Bad spots and holes in the floor here, there and yonder. Drafts and leaks. But it still feels like Home. God kept us safe then, and I know He is going to find a way to help us prepare and get into Our New Home!
I love these "I Saw It on Facebook" posts. There is much to see on Facebook. The writing you do is wonderful. I almost felt I was in the camp at Bush Lake. And I find your home to be charming the way you write so lovingly about it!
ReplyDeleteOh, Paula, that is so sweet! I don't even know what to say, except glad you enjoy it and thank you.
DeleteThat's a great picture! A lot is packed into it. And yes, they all look happy!
ReplyDeleteI adore it!
DeleteA house is not a home by the way it looks, it's the love inside that counts.
ReplyDeleteAmen, Paula!
DeleteI rather live in a 1 room shack with love than a mansion without it; I think you feel the same way :)
ReplyDeletebetty
You pegged me completely!
DeleteYep - it's not the house, it is the home.....hearth, family, love, etc. You're post is correct and it looks like everyone agrees.
ReplyDeleteYes, the consensus of comments so far is that it is the love and relationships inside the home that matter the most.
DeleteBarbara I just wanted to thank you for your comment about what's happening now with my youngest sister (to answer your question about "who"). I wrote that prose to get out feelings on what it's like just trying to lift her sweet soul at only 100 lbs if that. Such a dear person, now trying to understand why this damn thing must take her earth-life. It also took both my parents, is trying to take one of my brothers, as another brother is in the final stages of MS. Karen, who the post is about, fights so hard yet nothing will change what's happened and I know she's afraid. Since she's chosen to spend this end-time at her home, I'm here so someone can help - otherwise they'll put her in a hospital and that would crush her spirit. I've done my private crying for a year now and it's time to just live in the moment - with her. I read to her and hold her at night when she cries out. Unless I can cure cancer, I feel anything I do is just useless (though I know logically I'm helping) Cancer has ripped through my family like the most evil of nightmares - I almost feel guilty for only having neuro problems! Barbara I appreciate you letting me go on like this, and thanks again for sharing the warmth of your heart. xo
ReplyDeleteGod bless you. I know it is hard to watch this struggle, but at the same time it would be even harder not to be there for her. Like I said before, I believe it is the greatest gift we can give another person. My heart goes out to you my friend, as my prayers go up for you.
DeleteThat is a great meme. And home is more a feeling that a place.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Liz! I sort of stumbled upon it. I found myself snagging all these things I saw and liked on Facebook. I was wondering, why are you doing this? I thought, because I really like it, it strikes a chord with me, or tickles my funny bone, or makes me want to jump on my soapbox. After awhile, I thought there's no point in this if you aren't expressing this to anyone else. That's when I decided to make it part of L & F!
DeleteAnd you are spot on about the feeling!
I love how you are so positive, and I agree about home being more of a feeling than a material place. I also agree that you don't need a lot to be happy - happiness comes from being thankful for all the little things we often take for granted :)
ReplyDeleteDebbie
www.myrandommusings.blogspot.com
I learned at an early age that it's the people, not the things. The little things that make life bearable, not the big moments.
DeleteHope you have a wonderful Memorial weekend!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Holli! Just got a surprise. My son was able to come in!
DeleteThat's such a sweet picture, and so true :)
ReplyDeleteI just adore it!
DeleteThere's nothing like home, isn't it right?
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived alone in Dublin (I was there for working and learning English) I lived a quite a run down place, actually in a room that was mine, in a house with a few other rooms with a few other people. Not a dream situation. But that room was my little place and I kept it as neat as I could :-)
Be it ever so humble. ;)
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