Sale usually means long hours. ABS & ABC: Always Be Selling & Always Be Closing. I usually am the last one to arrive at my home. There’s some comfort to me when I know that my family is home. I walk into their conversations, fun times, fellowships, and meals. The sound of their happiness rejuvenates me from a long day. No matter what happened in my day, every outcome is positive and better than the previous because I am home with them. Occasionally, I find myself walking into an empty house. I don’t like to come home to an empty house. I miss my family before I arrive just from knowing they are gone. One day I was dreading going home to that empty house and wrote a poem of those feelings.
There is a house, often known by another name.
For most days it is a place of joy and laughter. A sanctuary for recovery and exhortation.
Occasionally, there are times when the joy has expired and laughter disappeared. A sanctuary it is still, but recovery is seldom complete without exhortation.
The house, at these times, is just a house. Its expectations of inhabitants have been tempered to zilch, save one for this narrative.
However, this house has a greater purpose. It was originally designed and constructed to support, shelter, and facilitate joy, laughter, and love.
Fortunately, after a few days, the residents return. Now occupied, the house again has an opportunity to fulfill its purpose. At the times the house is known by another name…a home.
I’m so thankful for my home. I am so blessed to have my wife, Lovely Nicole, and my four blessings. My life is overflowing with gifts that I don’t deserve. Every day I get tickled, excited, and surprised by one of my children. I am so blessed. Going home to an empty house is a part of life, but I don’t have to like it. I find comfort knowing that my loves will be home soon.