Today's assignment: HOME.
There are so many things that mean home to me: the home in which I lived with my parents most of my growing up and early adult years in The Big City; the smell of chlorinated tap water; the familiar streets, sights, and sounds of 30 years of living in the same area of the city ~ even squealing tires in the middle of the night. They still feel like home.
I think, too, of my faith, and how over the last three years, it's finally become my own. I've finally personalized it. It is no longer just what my parents taught me or what I've heard for almost 40 years from various pulpits, but the result of those things combined with a lot of studying, thinking, and praying on my own. It finally feels like home.
But mostly, I think of the massive, orange Pioneer grain elevator a few miles from our house; the wheat and canola fields that surround our yard; the bulrushes, tansies, and wild oats that grow in the ditches alongside my mile road; the people I share my home with; the yard I've loved since before we actually owned this place...
Tomorrow's assignment: YOUNGER YOU.
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