I’m Home

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

Songwriters: Buck Ram, Walter Kent, Kim Gannon
Copyright: Piedmont Music Co., Gannon-kent-music Co.
Sung by:Bing Crosby

Thank goodness there is such a thing as “coming home”. This week our daughter returned from her mission in Sweden that separated us for 1 ½ years. It was a sweet reunion with many of our family coming to the airport to welcome her home. None of us will forget it.

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Whether it is coming home from college, a tour in the military, visiting for Christmas or just a long business trip, coming home feels good. Why does it feel so good? There are some obvious answers like we are once again around people who care about us. We come back to familiar surroundings. We get to sleep in our own bed…but is it deeper than that?

With so many things swirling around us in our lives, demanding our attention, demanding our actions, demanding our time, home is a place of refuge. It is a place where we are in control. It is a place where we are just one moment away from having a good memory come to mind. Our home is the library or museum of our family history. It contains that spirit of our youth. It reminds us of who we are.

Our home may be a tent or it could be a mansion. I lived in Chile for almost two years and knew many people who lived in walls made of cardboard where one light bulb or candles were used to light the way. The bare ground was swept in front of the door to keep it clean and tidy even though it was just dirt. These homes were warm and the people loving. Home truly is where the heart is.

Our homes are like a big battery charger where we can get the strength to go out and work harder at our dreams. We recognize the familiar creaks and groans and smells of the house and they are almost comforting. We know where the waffle maker is and what kind of waffle it will make. It is our stake in the ground that gives us some stability to weather life’s storms. It is our private heaven on earth. It holds the people we love and those that love us.

Coming home is the highlight of our day even if we do not recognize it as such. Just imagine that you have had a wonderful day at work and closed a huge deal but the ability to come home has been taken from you. Home and all that it entails is what allows us to enjoy those successes. There is no place like home. Cherish it and protect it as it does you.

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