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Saturday, May 1, 2010

The House That Built Me



I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine


Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me


Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me


You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me



Welcome to Spiritual Sunday. Please stop by and thank Charlotte and Ginger for hosting this blessed Sunday favorite of mine. They are so gracious to host this weekly post.Go to bloggerspirit.blogspot.com/ and join us here and thank them for hosting.


I chose this lovely song performed by American country artist Miranda Lambert and written by Tom Douglas and Alan Shamblin. I was hoping today I could post a few snapshots I have of my childhood home but they are tucked away at my daughters house. My father built our home with his own two hands for my mother in 1946, the year my older brother Ed was born. We lived in that home and there are so many wonderful memories there that this song reflects that for me. My mother lived in that house for many years after my father passed away. When she moved in with my sister Mary the house stayed empty for awhile. When she passed away it was sold to someone outside of our family and that is a very bittersweet memory for me. My maternal grandmother died in that house as well as my dad. My childhood pets lived and died there too. The memories are incredible and I am so very blessed because I have no horrible memories of my childhood home. My childhood was ideal. I can close my eyes and see those memories clearly in my mind. Miranda Lambert said when she was recording this song she had her mother send her snapshots of that house and did not tell her mom why. She said she had them in the recording studio while she was recording the song.

Memories are such a part of our lives and  family is the center of our core living on this earth and in the bodies we were given as loaners by God. One day we will join our loved ones who have left before us and join them in God's eternal world. Until then we should be good stewards of the Word of God and read our scriptures daily and live our lives in the best manner we can and follow in Christ's footsteps until we join Him in Heaven someday.

Joshua 24:15 (New American Standard Bible)

 15"If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or (A)the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."

14 comments:

Teri said...

Great post! Loved it ... Thanks for visitibg my blog. I am now a follower.
Teri♥♥♥

Debbie@Debbie-Dabble said...

What a wonderful post! The pink Victorian is my favorite of the pics you shared!
Debbie

Marsha's Mpressions said...

Home is where the heart is. Blessings for you this week, Marsha

Whidbey Woman said...

Great photos to illustrate your point!

FairfieldHouse said...

Anne,

This is one of the best posts I've read. Thank you for sharing the lyrics, your childhood home and how it all ties in to our own lives and relationship with God.

Your Friend,
Deborah

Linda said...

Very sweet post. My Dad was a Marine so we moved many many times during my childhood. Home was always where my 'parents' lived. I have memories more of them then a building...I was always envious of those who stayed in one home growing up.

Jules said...

I think I know how you feel. And that song also rings a sentimental bell for me. My grandma and grandpa (maternal) bought a cottage in 1972, the year I was born, and I spent many, many, many summers and weekends there. They also owned a home about an hour south of the cottage. I miss grandma tremendously; grandpa died in Dec 1972, so I didn't get to know him very long. The house was sold in the late 1980s, I believe 1989, of course out of the family, but that was grandma's decision. The cottage was sold out of the family after her death (1993) in 1994. That was not her decision. I was ready to make an offer on it when I was told my uncle sold it.

JOE TODD said...

I often drive past "my homes of the past" What a flood of memories and I always wonder where did all the years go. Lovely post

VKT said...

What a sweet post. I was really touched by it. I can imagine that with all the wonderful memories you had in that house, that it was hard to see it sold to someone outside your family.

Have a blessed day!

Charlotte said...

How blessed you are to have the wonderful memories of your home. We moved a lot when I was growing up so I have memories of several different homes. We have lived in our home here for over 20 years now. This is the longest I've ever lived in the same house. Memories seem to accumulate. Thank you for sharing all those lovely photos.
Blessings,
Charlotte

Gail said...

This is a great post, I am so glad you are able to savor the memories of your childhood, you are blessed indeed. I am thankful that I have some good memories as well, as an adult though I learned some painful truths that I buried and did on understand until my father passed away. No my dad did nothing bad to me, he just took on all the blame for my mom. I miss my dad.

sarah said...

this is beautiful and sad...the sad part getting lost in the world but the beautiful part....He holds onto you no matter where you go....and even if you can never go home again....love your post..really made me think

Chatty Crone said...

I just saw her sing that on television - great and powerful song.

Love,
sandie

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