Temporary Home

 

Happy Friday! I hope you all are having a great day. It’s chilly here and I am so happy because I was afraid it would be hot and humid for my half marathon tomorrow but I think it will be ok! When I woke up freezing in the middle of the night I took that as a good sign for the day before a race! Smile 

In light of going yesterday to the visitation for a friend who has passed, I had some reflection time in a deep and not so deep way. (Stay with me!) I decided to blog today with pictures of my parents house to show where I am living now, my temporary home. This got me thinking about Carrie Underwood’s song Temporary Home, and that of course got me thinking about this life on earth as my temporary home, and how quickly it will go and how quickly it can be taken away. We are fragile, life is fragile. This is why I don’t want to wait to run a marathon “one day” or build a house “sometime in the future.” Carpi Diem! Seize the Day! Today! Not tomorrow, now!  Now that your brain probably hurts, here are some pictures of my “temporary home.”

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This is my temporary home

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It’s not where I belong

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Windows and rooms, that I’m passing through

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This is just a stop

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On the way to where I’m going

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I’m not afraid because I know

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This is my, temporary home

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I leave this afternoon with Bobby as soon as he gets here from work. (I haven’t seen him since Sunday so I am excited!) We are heading into New Orleans and staying the night close to the race start. Race starts at 7:00 am, so we will be back at my parents after lunch. I will be updating on Twitter so if you aren’t following me there you can do so on my right sidebar!

Today, I leave you with the lyrics to Carrie’s song:

Temporary Home Lyrics

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Another house that’ll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place…
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,

"This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we’ll find our place here in this world."

 
"This is our temporary home.
It’s not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

 
Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don’t cry for me,
I’ll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God’s face."

 
"This is my t
emporary Home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know… this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home.

Go download it now. Seriously. Great song.

“See” you all after the race!

Comments

  1. What a super post! Have a great race!!!

  2. So true!

    Good luck tomorrow. I am so excited for you :)

  3. Good Luck tomorrow! Have fun!

  4. good luck!!

    i love this song, lots of reflection each time i hear it.

    i also love your parent’s home.

  5. This is a really cute post. Your temporary home is really beautiful!

    Good luck in your race tomorrow!! I hope you have perfect weather for it. Have fun! :)

  6. Jude (JBM02) says:

    Good luck today!!
    I loved seeing the pictures of your parents home. I’m ..ahem… decorating-challenged and am looking for colors for my still-white walls!!!

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