temporary versus eternal

we did a small exercise in training the other day... draw a picture of your house from when you were little and then draw an "X" in the room that you met together as a family.

for me the task was impossible to follow the directions. my answer revealed (even to me) what home is. here's the deal: i didn't have a house. i drew people. my dad. my mom. my sister. myself. and my brother. no building. no walls. no rooms. just the people. interesting, huh? i suppose somebody some where would (and maybe should) analyze me... but here is my thinking - i can't remember a PLACE being home. there is no one building... even the one house that i remember most was never completely "home" because the whole time that i was living there (before i went to boarding school) my sister was not living there (because she was at boarding school). (btw... we weren't "bad" kids - it was the only educational choice for after 8th grade. lol.)

so home to me was never a building. it was the people. specifically for me my parents and siblings. someone may think that is sad, but i have to say that i think it isn't really... for this mind set and those relationships are portable. they travel to anywhere. they are also eternal. we are all eternal beings... (i pray that those i love are all together once again in heaven.) maybe it's a coping mechanism. maybe it's a life with deep and meaningful relationships... maybe it's both.

temporary versus eternal. 

seems a little harsh, but this is the filter i have had to put on my life. especially now when i am feeling homesick for a place that isn't home anymore... those places are full of memories, but the relationships within the walls of those places are what made them worth remembering. and like i said i plan on taking them with me into eternity. :)