Be it ever so humble …



Make yourself at home; it’s a common greeting when you want a guest to feel comfortable; but how can you feel at home if you aren’t at home? What does the word home mean? Is it a physical place, shelter, residence, in which one lives, eats, sleeps? Is it where you were born, reared, went to school, experienced childhood? Is it where you know love, affection, acceptance, a sense of belonging? I think it is all of these … and none of these. Home is not static; home is ever evolving; home can be a place of shame, hurt, sadness, and loneliness; home can be uncomfortable, loud, demanding, scary, and conditional. Home is not just a place for the body; it is also a place providing safety and preservation of the mind, protection and tender loving care of the heart, and solace to the soul.

I went home this past week. I never lived there; I never went to school there; I never experienced childhood there; but I was loved there. I was loved not only by family, but by an entire community; that same community loves me today, even though all my blood family ties in this town have passed from this world.

It’s a small town, larger than it was, and more sophisticated, but still retains the strength of joint past histories. By that I mean families knowing other families, marrying into other families, sharing stories about friends and family that not only the teller, but the listener know by heart … yet love hearing that same story over and over again … adding bits and pieces to the story, true or not, that make the telling and the listening fun, fresh, and familiar.

Home is where the heart is, they say. Large chunks of my heart are no longer in this world. My loved ones have traveled on to new homes in new worlds I have no ability to imagine. My home here on Earth is sadly missing so many folks that made my life here homey. Dear Lord, You promise a Heavenly Home; You have a place all prepared. Since You have known me even before I was a twinkle in my Daddy’s eye, You surely know what home feels like and looks like to me. You also know I long to be with my loved ones who have passed into their own Heavenly Home.

Lord, how death will take me I do not want to know; when my time is nearing, I do not want to know; knowing You are LOVE and ALL things GOOD, I am confident that my passing will bring me into a life I’ve never known, beauty I’ve never experienced, and love so deeply overwhelming.




There’s never a sky that shelters us
Like the one that glows above
The broad gray roof that is covering those
Of the blood and the name we love.
There’s never a pleasant, sunlit road
In all the ways we roam
Like the little, narrow, familiar street
That runs by the door of home.
~Esther M. Clark Hill, “Home,” in Kansas City Star, 1920


Home can conjure up good, loving, and warm feelings. Even Homer Simpson, obviously captive in a police car, is comforted by singing along with his cop captor.


“Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows,” is a song written by Marvin Hamlisch in 1963.




Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled My Soul

Words and Music by John W. Peterson  1961

O what a wonderful, wonderful day – day I will never forget;
After I’d wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Saviour I met.
O what a tender, compassionate friend – He met the need of my heart;
Shadows dispelling, With joy I am telling, He made all the darkness depart.


Heaven came down and glory filled my soul,
When at the cross the Saviour made me whole;
My sins were washed away –
And my night was turned to day –
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul!


Born of the Spirit with life from above into God’s fam’ly divine,
Justified fully thru Calvary’s love, O what a standing is mine!
And the transaction so quickly was made when as a sinner I came,
Took of the offer of grace He did proffer – He saved me, O praise His dear name!


Heaven came down and glory filled my soul,
When at the cross the Saviour made me whole;
My sins were washed away –
And my night was turned to day –
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul!


Now I’ve a hope that will surely endure after the passing of time;
I have a future in heaven for sure, there in those mansions sublime.
And it’s because of that wonderful day when at the cross I believed;
Riches eternal and blessings supernal from His precious hand I received.


Heaven came down and glory filled my soul,
When at the cross the Saviour made me whole;
My sins were washed away –
And my night was turned to day –
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul!






4 thoughts on “Be it ever so humble …”

  1. My dear Jan, do you know for sure you are not now where you think you will be when you die. That the life that you think awaits you is what is available to you now. That perhaps life and death are only a matter of perception. I don’t know either, but when I contemplate unconditional love, I do wonder. .???

  2. I know exactly what you mean, Mel. I love the life I am living here on this Marvelous planet. I can’t imagine being any more blessed than I am now … truly. I still wonder where my family is … if they are OK … what it’s like on the other side … is Heaven here and now ?? I don’t know either. I like your thoughts that, “life and death are only a matter of perception.” I’m just facing questions … serious questions … about life and death that I’ve never contemplated before. Surrounded by the suffering of my family with their cancer … isn’t it only human that I am trying to find out if they are OK? Tell me more what you think, Mel. You have a way of clearing up my thinking. I am truly asking for your wisdom. Thanks for sharing … as always. Your friend, Jan

  3. Jan, ever since my dad passed three years ago from Cancer, I’ve often wondered where he is and sometimes desperately wanted answers on days that I miss him terribly. It’s natural to wonder where our loved ones are when they leave us and also where we’ll go after we leave this side.

  4. Thanks for the support, Jacquelyn. My Daddy passed in 2011 with prostate cancer. My mother was diagnosed with Myeloma, bone marrow cancer, three weeks after he passed. She survived five years. Two months after my mother passed in April of 2016, my 58 year old sister passed with peritoneal ovarian cancer. My grandmother, at 101 years young, passed away peacefully in 2015. In five years I have lost four of my immediate family members. It is just my sister and me left. I miss them all so much. My blogging conversations with God, and my exchanges with other bloggers has saved me !! Thanks for sharing about your Dad. Bless you, jan

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