I dont have to look great. I dont have to act smart. I dont have to perform. I just have to be.
We talk. We sit in comfortable silence for hours. We eat every meal together. We watch movies, TV and we read. We pray. We talk more.
And it is all okay.
Because when I am home, I am at rest. I am safe and secure. Unconditional love is given freely, to all who enter and especially to me. As my family knows how much I need them, how much I have been through and how much I am going through.
(the Idaho Homestead... enter the doors of this place and love, hugs and food await all)I am healing.
I have a safe haven to come to. My dad builds a wood stove fire to keep me warm and tells me stories to make me laugh. My mom nurtures me with her kind, loving spirit. We have late night talks about nothing and everything.
(Mom and dad, taking a little snooze Christmas day...)
How many dont have this! So many suffer abuse in their homes. How many wonder about their safety? So many deal with continuous conflict. How many dont live in driving distance of their homes?
I have been blessed with a loving family and an accessible home base. So that I can refuel and go back and face the world. Even a week at home, enveloped in this environment has done wonders for my soul.
I am filled.
I thank my Heavenly Father every day for the earthly family I was born into. Because of this blessing, I have been given alot of breaks in life.
Today I took a long walk outside. The snow makes everything beautiful. Even a dirt field in Idaho. I loved how I turned around and saw my footprints in the snow. The white crystals are light, powdery and fluffy. Touched only by me.
The sun strikes the snow, making it blinding and glistening. The snow cushions noises, so that everything seems softer and muted. The warm sun combined with cold wind on my face. The fresh, clean air, the exercise....I do enjoy this therapy.