Last Friday we drove our grand kids up to Twin Falls, Idaho, where they have purchased a home, and will be living, far far away from me. I have been feeling the separation. Seems as if I have a paper bag over my head. I can’t see and I can’t breathe. I want to reach out and touch them. I want to know what they are doing right now. I want to know if they are OK. It hurts, and I constantly pray for strength to face each day. That’s why I posted nothing on Monday. Too busy getting their old house ready to sell. Garbage, cleaning, and organizing.
While we were up in Idaho, I taught my grand kids a song that I wrote more than 30 years ago. It was written when we moved into this house. I had great hopes and aspirations for our home to be a bit of heaven on earth. I want their home to be heaven on earth too.
Within these walls lies heaven’s harmony.
Behind these doors grows love in plenty.
Under our roof there’s peace all around.
Our home is where true happiness is found.
At home we practice sharing happily.
We care for all our blessings thankfully.
And think of others, often, lovingly.
Our home’s a bit of heaven’s harmony.
Our house, our house, God bless our home
With safety, peace and love.
Our house, our house, God bless our home
With Thy sweet spirit from above.
It’s nice that you thought to save a pictures of their cute little house. I know they are missing you too. You are creative and adventurous no matter what you do or with whom. My thoughts are with you during this time of separation. At least they are still pretty close and didn’t move too far away and you can visit often. Love you.