I love my Mom and Dad with all my heart, but I’ve adamantly vowed to NEVER move back under their roof. I thought it was the best thing for everyone involved – our sanity being the eternal prize.
I made that vow the day I left for college, and I’ve kept my promise for almost 20 years.
Last weekend, Team Myers moved in with my parents to get a feel for country livin’. Like I mentioned in my first post from the country, we are considering building a house on my parents’ farm and thought a two-week “test run” would be beneficial in the decision-making process.
Update: It’s been one week and no one has pulled a gun. (Or a knife for that matter.)
Like I also mentioned in my initial post, this visit to my parents’ farm is obviously very different. Normally, we’re in and out within 48 hours – going 100 mph as soon as we hit the front gate.
This trip has given me the opportunity to smell the roses – literally and figuratively. I’ve noticed things around my folks’ house that have always been overshadowed by the blowin’ and goin’ – things made virtually invisible by the hurry, hurry, hurry.
These things have been right in front of my face all these years – hanging on the walls throughout the house.
I’m not necessarily talking about photos or paintings, but framed sayings, quotes and scripture. I might have glanced at these inspirational messages before, but last week I got an opportunity to actually stop and read them.
Here is an example:
There is a simple cross-stitch picture hanging in the laundry room with ‘home rules.” I remember this from the house I grew up in, but I haven’t paid it much attention since my parents moved to the country.
If you sleep on it…make it up.
If you wear it…hang it up.
If you drop it…pick it up.
If you eat out of it…put it in the sink.
If you step on it…wipe it off.
If you open it…close it.
If you empty is…fill it up.
If it rings…answer it.
If it howls…feed it.
If it cries…love it.
One of the inspirational messages that I really like is hanging in the downstairs bathroom. It is a framed prayer by St. Frances.
“A Simple Prayer”
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Where there is hatred…let me sow love.
Where there is injury…pardon.
Where this is doubt…faith.
Where there is despair…hope.
Where there is darkness…light.
Where there is sadness…joy.
The one that really resonated with me, though – probably because of my brother’s situation – is a Gail Copeland message about family.
“We are a Family”
Since before any of us were born, God planned for us to share our lives with each other. He knew exactly how our strengths and weaknesses would balance one another, and the depth of love, understanding and commitment we would learn to feel.
He knew the richness of our separate characters would be developed through the hard times, and that mutual trust and respect would be born as a result of overcoming the trials together.
He knew that we would laugh together, and cry together. He knew we needed each other…to hug, to help, to teach, to serve…to love.
The common theme in each message: A home full of love – something my parents have spent the last 40 years building and nurturing.
The best part of the story: The framed reminders have been a nice discovery, but experiencing that love first hand over the last week has been wonderfully great.