sure, we have lived in our house so little that we actually couldn’t remember where we had put anything away- sunday’s conversations went a bit like the following:
“babe, have you seen the flat head screw driver?” (shawn) “no,…umm…wasn’t it in the cabinet under the microwave?” (me) “well, its not there now” (shawn) “let me look…hmmm…well..wait! i put all the painting supplies and tools in the crate downstairs by the bike.” (me) [a few minutes later…] “its the only tool not there” (shawn) [we looked and looked and eventually found it in the trunk of the car when we were putting grocceries in….neither of us remember why it was there]
-so even though we couldn’t find anything in our house AND even though the spiders had nearly taken over with their complex webs…it is still quite good to be home.
i am finding ‘home’ is a relative term in my life. i used to think of home as a familiar place containing all of my stuff… the place i come back to everyday…the place i sleep every night…home to me now has a really different meaning. home isn’t really a place anymore..its more of a state of being. i am home when shawn is there and there are no meetings and no concerts and no recording schedule. home is the period of time when we get to be normal and do normal things. home is the periods of time that i get to be like every other wife and do dishes and pay bills and go groccery shopping and visit the same gym several days in a row. home is the period of time when my husband gets to be a normal guy with his normal friends and do things like playing pool and golfing. home is that period of time in which shawn gets to do husbandly kind of things like taking out the trash and fixing the stopped up sink. at home we get to have suprise birthday parties like we did last night…with our dorky party hats and noise makers and our friends who know we are as normal as they are… it was beautiful. i am telling you, normalcy is highly under-rated these days.
and we get one glorious week of it. thank you JESUS. thank you. we intend to drink it in like cherished hot coffee on a cold winter morning.
one week. then the reality of our life will become a tour bus. and once again home will be an elusive place we will dream of taking a vacation to…
please pray for the artists you love…the ones you know and the ones who just bless you with their art…this type of life is far from what people think it to be.
man, this really isn’t where i thought this was going to go, but none the less, its where it went. more lata.
oh and by the way if you haven’t picked up nichole nordeman’s new record entitled ‘brave’ do yourself a favor and pick it up.