What Makes a Home a Home?

For three weeks in Portmagee, this was our home.  It felt like home amazingly quickly; kids running around in the morning quiet on the wood floors, making breakfast in the wood-beamed kitchen, turning up the heat when the wind blew cold outside, sitting outside watching the neighboring cows munch away.

In Reencaheragh, Portmagee

 

In Virginia with Fritzi dog

Then we came home to Virginia, and that felt like home too.  The bumpy steep driveway that leads to the side door we always use, the tall ceilings, the comfortable bed that feels just right, the sight of the familiar trees outside the window, the happy piano waiting for me in the green room.

So what makes a home?  Love.   A home is where you love, where you receive love, where you feel safe, and where you feel you belong.  It’s being with people who care, pets that run to you when you come in the door, a sanctuary from life’s turbulence for awhile, a haven.

Wherever you call home today, embrace it and enjoy it.  Home is a gift.  Slainte, Lisa

Dwelling in Safety

You would have to live in a very dark, deep cave with amazing soundproofing, unlimited supply of food and water, not to know that there is a presidential election occuring in the United States.  While I always try to vote conscientiously, I am not an overly political person who enjoys engaging in political debate.  However, I just wanted to share a few words from the wisest of all Counsel this morning.

Many are asking, “Who can show us any good?”  Let the light of your face shine upon us, O Lord.  You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their grain and new wine abound.  I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.  (Psalm 4:6-8)

Yes, I will vote for the candidate who I believe will help this country be the strongest and healthiest.  Yes, I will pray for the leaders, whoever they may be.  But my trust will stay in God above, the maker of heaven and earth.  Blessings, Lisa

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Castle Tunnels and Other Places to Hide

Sometimes we all feel like we need a place to hide, to feel safe, to get away for a little while.  In my house, that tends to be my piano, or a walk outside with my sweet dog, or the bathroom.  In castle days, that place to hide took the form of an underground set of tunnels.  We got to explore Blarney Castle’s underground tunnels.

 Queen Elizabeth I wanted Blarney Castle for her own and sent her emissary, Earl of Leicester, to the castle for discussions with Cormac McCarthy, who had possession of the castle.  McCarthy kept putting the Earl off with banquets and delays; Queen Elizabeth I declared the reports to be “Blarney”.  One of Cromwell’s generals gutted the tower walls, but the castle inhabitants and defenders escaped through the underground tunnels, called Badgers Caves.

David said in the Psalms, “For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in his dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.”  (Psalm 27:5)  The best hiding place, safe place, security that exists is God.  He can tunnel us safely away from the attackers in this life, and lead us to green pastures beside the still waters.    Slainte, Lisa