These last few days, my sister has been trying to get used to the fact that this is her new dwelling place.
She’s so used to doing this from afar and not being there to experience it first-hand, but now she’s here, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and she can’t get rid of that feeling that she’s going to be leaving.
For me, I’m glad that she’s here, in fact, since we’ve had the house blessed, my heart was at peace, for the first time.
Some context:
Before getting the house blessed, my heart knew inside and out, that something was there, to the point where I had to force myself to go to my room, much less go to sleep. and after having the house blessed, I knew the presence was gone, yet my heart kept beating somewhat rapidly in anticipation of it.
So now that she is here, for the first time, my heart felt truly at peace. No ‘sensing’ that something was there, no ‘thinking’ that something was there, just peace.
And now, I remember, that question I never got a chance to ask my father before he died, and now, I’m faced with something similar, I can’t pass up this opportunity to let another person know how much they mean to me. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
I will not let another opportunity pass me by, I won’t let another person go unloved and unappreciated.
This is home, your home, my home, our home.