the heart of “home”

Hi friends!

I talked about starting this blog for years. In making goal sheets and telling friends of exciting things to come, I found myself consistently talking about “my blog” and not doing anything to make it come to life. The good news?! We’re here and I did the dang thing. I’m fiercely excited, pretty scared out of my mind, and a little relieved that now I have an outlet to write through again.

In considering a name for the blog, I ran the gammit of all of my favorite things: faith, relationships, comfy things, pretty things, creativity, nature; you name it. With a massive list of things to choose from, I narrowed down my decision to a feeling I chase often: the comfort of home. When I reflect on what home means to me, I think of a few definitions for the word:

  1. noun: any place of residence or refuge.
  2. adverb: deep; to the heart.
  3. adjective: reaching the mark aimed at. (all from dictionary.com).

Not only is my literal home all of these things, but I’ve discovered over time that this is the feeling I strive to cultivate wherever I’m at. For example, on vacations I bring my tiny comforts (think books, essential oils, favorite blankets), not to distract from the present, but to make the current experience a seamless transition. In a new job setting, I crave finding the new relationships that will be my ultimate support system, both for the days that make us dance with joy and those that prove to be hard to move on from. In a new season of life, I seek to build habits into the day that bring me “home,” to a place of peace and incomparable gratitude.  Crafting this feeling is not easy, and there are certainly seasons of life that I reach for it and can’t seem to find land.

Hebrews 13:14 says, “For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.” (NLT) In knowing that this world is temporary, I know with great faith that He gives us glimpses of the glory above. To me, that’s that equally heart pumping and sigh of relief-feeling “home” I keep a watchful eye for. The design of life is not to sit in complacency until things go our way, but to root ourselves in all circumstances, grabbing “home” by the horns and saying, “Let’s do this.”

My hope is to tell stories of this journey, in different seasons of life, with the unique people, places, and things that I encounter. Little by little, I’m adding to my collection and if you’d like, you can take this ride with me.

xoxo, Alexa