Five Minute Friday: Home

It’s that day again! Five minute Friday! Today’s prompt is:


Home sweet home.

Home is where the heart is. 

There’s no place like home.

Those phrases evoke an image of Hollywood’s version of home. You know, ruby slippers, daddies holding baby girls up to christmas trees, farmhouses with the mom on the porch watching for the son to come home from the army…

All those things make us smile and the feelings of what home really means to us well up when we see those scenes. 

But, isn’t home really the feelings and memories that surface when we think of “home”? It’s not the four walls and the ceiling. It’s what those walls and ceiling contain. The reality of home is truly in our hearts- the people laughing and talking around the table, the smells from the kitchen, the games played on rainy afternoons, the stories read late at night under the covers with a flashlight, the kittens and dogs and rabbits and birds and gerbels and hamsters, the flowers in the yard. 

Or is it?

Is it not the knowledge that we are loved, that we will always be loved, that we are really not home yet, that what we think we know of home is really not home at all? 

Hebrews 11:13 says this: All these people were still living by faith when they died. The did not receive the things promised, they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on the earth. 

We recognize that place that is home because our experiences here give us a taste of what home really is- there.

We are not home yet.

Five Minute Friday: Ordinary

It’s Friday again. Time for 5-Minute Friday- we write full tilt for 5 minutes on a word and the word this week is:


Plain Jane. Vanilla. Sun shines, mild breezes blow the curtains in the kitchen window, nothing but catalogs in the mail, the wash is done, the dishes dried, dinner in the oven, and the children have done their homework. Just another day in the neighborhood.

The extraordinary day stands out in stark contrast-the fatal diagnosis, the empty crib of infertility, the crumbling of a marriage, the announcement of the baby on the way without the blessing of marriage, the call from the police station-they’ve arrested your child with drugs- extraordinarily bad days. All of them. 

And then there are those extraordinary good days: The bonus or raise at work, an extra week of vacation this year, the blessing of an addition to the family via a new baby, a wedding or a long awaited adoption, the insurance paid all of the bill on the fender bender from last week’s encounter in the grocery parking lot, the unexpected bouquet of flowers and dinner out with a surprise jewelery box for desert.

It’s the ordinary days that make these other days extraordinary-the unusual, not ordinary at all.

It’s the comfort of the sameness and stability of those ordinary days that helps us when the extraordinary days come along. God has blessed us with far more ordinary days than extraordinary. He has blessed us with the security and stability of the ordinary and I, for one, am very thankful!