Returning Home… [and gift(s) from the sea]

Recently, I spent a glorious three days with the fam on the beaches of Alabama. And although we weren’t able to make it all the way to our beloved 30-A, just being in Alabama and Mississippi rendered a strange sense of being back home!? Although, we’ve never lived in those places… Even stranger, as we crossed the border from Texas into Oklahoma—on our return, the vast, blue skies of the west welcomed us back with an unexpected feeling of warmth!?

Further, catching up with one of my oldest, dearest voice clients in New Orleans was a hug I didn’t know I needed. Livin’ the dream of jazz through him has been my honor and privilege. You can read (and hear) more over on my vocal page(s) on insta and facebook.

I guess it’s possible for more than one place to hold your heart and HOME really is where your heart is. And quite possibly, FAMILY weaves those humans you’ve traversed life’s most joyous, deepest waters with tightly into existence. All in all, it was a restful trip rejuvenating our hearts and minds—full of homecomings, reunions, and blessed memories. 

When making a cross country-move one must make choices. Hubby called it the ‘fog of war’—but one such casualty was the paperback version of my Gift From the Sea. Fortunately, I now possess my mother’s copy—gifted to her from me one Mother’s Day. As the inscription reads, she re-read her copy on the beach in the summer of 2014. It was a blessing to have shared that space in time with her… she was so deserving of so much more! But now, she possesses her heavenly reward.

“And one perfect day can give clues for a more perfect life…” 
 ~  excerpt from Gift From the Sea 

This is the life of the argonauta—a moment of time in simplistic perfection. Fleeting and fragile. This world, much like “life” for the argonauta, is a mere, temporary shell. As the song sings, this world is not our home…

“Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you.

If Heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do?

The Angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door,

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.” 

The third stanza makes my heart especially happy as we descend into a season of remembrance of my mama’s final days on earth. 

“I have a lovin’ mother just hovering up in Gloryland,

And I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand.

She’s waiting now for me in Heaven’s open door,

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.”

“For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.” (Hebrews 13:14)

Are you homesick for this world or are your eyes fixed on things above? My prayer is to always keep my eyes fixed on the prize—running ever towards the beaches of my heavenly home. For nothing in this world is more meaningful… 💕