There are odd happenings that go on all the time. . . sometimes you just sit and wonder about, other times you just know the connection. I have enjoyed my volunteering at school this week. . . today I read Cynthia Rylant’s LET’S GO HOME! The Wonderful Things About A House. As I was reading I was thinking about my child home. Cynthia started off with the porch. We didn’t have a porch, we just used the yard with lawn chairs when folks came to visit and the swing under the maple. Our kitchen was as bustling as the one in the book. Mom was the best cook ever. . . home made doughnuts, potato chips, fried chicken, pies and cakes, yeast rolls, The living room was the gathering place to watch TV or play games. The bedrooms were plentiful: all for a difference person fashioned after their personalities.
LET’S GO HOME is a good book, and yet I pondered that I can’t go to that home any more. . . only in memories and pictures. But a smell, a story, or a picture can take me back there in a minute. . . and riding home this afternoon, a song pops in my head.
Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling—
Calling for you and for me;
Patiently Jesus is waiting and watching—
Watching for you and for me!
Come home! come home!
Ye who are weary, come home!
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading—
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not His mercies—
Mercies for you and for me?
Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing—
Passing from you and from me;
Shadows are gathering, death-beds are coming—
Coming for you and for me!
Oh, for the wonderful love He has promised—
Promised for you and for me!
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon—
Pardon for you and for me!
I hope we all can go home whenever we are weary. . . going home— home to feel the love of our parents, or “going home” with our memories, or the one final time of “going home”. . . it all started with a story!