The morning after a large party I am always exhausted; but it’s a good kind of exhaustion - the kind where you worked really hard and you were really successful. So my back is stiff - my muscles are aching but my heart is full. I have a smile on my face as I clean up the remains of a beautiful evening of sharing hearts and lives. Potato chips still plopped in bowls and laid on the table, strawberry creme soda with ice long melted in forgotten cups scattered around the four levels of my house, crumpled and twisted napkins here and there, a lonely baby blanket that never found its way back to the toy box, chairs everywhere making room for more guests, more friends.
With all the memories that we have made over the years with these beautiful souls, with all the bits of our lives that we have shared with them, last night we added one more special day - my husbands 50th birthday.
I love the sound of laughter in a big group of people; I love the bumping into people when our house is too crowded; the shining eyes, the sharing of hearts and ideas and opinions and dreams and fears.
I want my home to be a place of safety; a place of shelter and peace from the storms of life - always ready to accept the messy people, the broken people as well as the beautiful and the whole. I want my home to be that place where you are safe to walk through really tough times; you are safe to bare your soul; you are free to be that person you are even if you haven’t become that person you long to be. I want my heart to always be open. Never closed and hiding and waiting for life to be perfect. I want to my heart to always be searching for that person that needs me; that person that needs hope and that person that needs grace. I want to be the bridge that brings them across to freedom; to being whole. I want my heart to live there - right there helping people, right there rolling up my sleeves and ready to work, ready to be involved with the good and the bad, the unlovely and the gracious.
So today, I don’t have a lot of money, but my heart feels rich. We don’t have a huge house but our lives are huge and deep and driven with precious memories and sacred times with lovely friends. And last night was perfect.
Thank you my friends.