Home Again
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Lately life has felt full in ways I don't even
fully know how to explain yet.
Not bad.
Not falling apart.
Just full.
Motherhood.
Marriage.
Work.
Healing.
Learning a new season of life.
Trying to make a house finally feel
like home.
Our first year owning a home has honestly
been beautiful...but real too.
The air going out.
Unexpected expenses.
Learning how much responsibility comes
with building a life you prayed for.
But somewhere in the middle of all of it...
I've also found myself falling in love with
home again.
Decorating little corners.
Shopping for pieces that make the space
feel warm.
Lighting candles.
Moving things around five different times
until it "feel right"
And then came the mirror.
A few weeks ago I was dropping
something off at an apartment building
when I noticed this big gold mirror sitting
near the wall.
The woman there told me it had basically
been sitting there for weeks and said I
could have it.
And I did.
Honestly, it sat against the wall in my
house for a few days because I wasn't even sure
what I wanted to do with it.
Then my mama came over.
And if you know mamas...you know they
can walk into a room and instantly see
vision where you only saw "unfinished"
Later that night, my daughter grabbed the
mirror and held it up against the wall I had
been searching for something to fill.
And for the first time in a while...
I looked around and saw warmth again.
Not perfection.
Not a finished room.
Not Pinterest house.
Just warmth.
A feeling.
A glimpse of peace returning.
And maybe healing looks like
that sometimes.
Not giant breakthroughs.
Not overnight transformations.
Maybe healing looks like:
*finally laughing again.
*buying flowers again.
*Cleaning your kitchen while music plays.
*sitting beside your husband after a
long day.
*finding beauty in small corners again.
*slowly making a new place feel like home.
*realizing love still feels safe here.
Maybe healing looks like moments
finally feeling soft again.
And maybe that's enough for today