Home

Painted plaque with the word home on it.
Painted plaque with the word home.
Home Plaque for Fundraiser for Habitat for Humanity

Home. So much meaning in one little word. I hear Dorothy from Oz cooing, “There’s no place like home!” I hear phrases like, “Home is where the heart is” and “I feel at home there” or “it’s my home away from home.”

I want to go so many directions with this post. What a loaded topic. Like, how I had NO real home at times as a young person. Or, that I have an amazing home now far greater than I ever hoped or dreamed of. Or write about all the art I did based off the longing of a child for that idillic home. Yes, that is what triggered this post. That desire for a home of my own. A safe space. My own place.

When I learned that our local Habitat for Humanity was hosting a fundraiser, in order to help a friend, I decided to donate something to it. In our community, we are busting at the seams with amazing artist and artist are often over-utilized to raise funds. It’s tricky and it is a prickly topic. Artist who do donate irritate artist who don’t. I have friends that I admire and respect that don’t donate. I understand and share many of their concerns. Yet, I do donate at times. Why?

Because I cannot forget where I came from. Even more, I don’t want to. And, because I can use the gift that God gave me to help. Boundaries are my friend and I donate to a handful of things per year that help people in need.

My friend from church is in line to get a home from Habitat. She has been through TOO much. She has children. She lives in an unsafe area. I know what it feels like to be unsafe in the place you are living. It is hard to call that place home.

Today, while I am having coffee with one of the Habitat staff, some family friends walked in. They were forced inside due to the rain. I introduce them to each other. Coincidence or God? The family just so happens to be the family that “adopted” the mom-in-need and her family, several years ago. It was a beautiful moment, when we all realize how things had been ordered for this point in time. We celebrate in knowing that we are going to see a home, not a house built, for this woman and her children.

I chose to create something that can be auctioned off to raise funds. I said a prayer of blessing for those who will get the art.

It was a beautiful day. A day where I can see dreams coming true. I can lend my art and my voice in appreciation to the restoration of the years the locust have eaten. Tonight, I will place my head on my pillow in my lovely home and thank God for His goodness.

Painted image of a red heart in yellow paint.
Home Is Where The Heart Is
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