Come Home

ImageHome, what images does that word conjure up in your mind? I take mother out for a ride, she looks around and notices all the tall trees and the flowers on the “Myrtle” trees and says “I have a good name don’t I?” I agree that it is a tree that well befits her name; she then says that her name is mentioned in the Bible, again I agree, there are six references in the Bible to the tree bearing her name. Interesting to me that three of those references the “watchers” were standing among those particular trees. Then she inevitably says, “This is beautiful, but I wouldn’t want to live here, I want to go home.” Never mind that we have lived in the same house for 35+ years, she is thinking of another place. In speaking to her brother this week on the phone she said “I want to see you before I go home”, I didn’t hear his answer but I am sure he agreed with her, as do I, to give her peace. So what is she seeing? Is it the sandy lane that lies between rows of pecan trees gracefully bending their branches to meet over the land to provide shade from the hot South Georgia sun? Is it the little home place that had an “out house”, and a kitchen that was separate from the main house? Is it one of the parsonages her parents took up residence in while pastoring a church? Or is it that place where her husband is anxiously waiting and looking for her to arrive? I sincerely believe we will continue to feel his spirit until he reaches his hand out to her and she takes it to walk with him into the presence of the Lord. I was watching the monitor last night to make sure she was resting well before I let myself drift off when I saw something I had not seen in the eleven weeks since my dad went home, it was angel activity, there was only one, but I have seen them zoom across the room one, then two or three back and forth. The weeks leading up to daddy’s transition they got so thick and some would be static and close to where he was sitting, as he couldn’t lay in a bed. I had thought it odd that they disappeared when we came home from the hospital, not even one, until last night. I don’t know if this is a sign that mother’s time is short or if they are just looking in, whatever it is I am glad to have them here. Psalm 91:11-12 “For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.” So my image of home right now is a picture of my parents reunited, her sitting playfully on his lap and then rubbing noses, her’s a short pug nose, his long and very turned down at the tip. A song running through my mind says, “Come home, come home, ye who are weary come home. Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling, calling Oh sinner (or saint) come home.” Selah (stop and think on these things)


10 Replies to “Come Home”

  1. As I read this…I am also reminded of a song Frances and Elmo Harmon sang at Tremont when I was a child…”Come Home, Come Home It’s Supper Time”…


  2. Harolene, home has a different meaning to me. simply being back in the state i came from with my daughter and my family that eagerly await our return would mean i was home


  3. This is so sweet Harolene. I too want to go home. I look forward to seeing my family and friends but foremost my precious Father, God. I love you and your family as tho you were mine.
    Have a blessed day.


  4. Oh Harolene…Just read this absolutely heart touching posting with tears filling my eyes. You brought me right into the emotions of the posting and I was entering into every single word you wrote. What a powerful, powerful message!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s