sweet and wonderful.

This post is part of a 31 day journey. See the rest of abide: love where you live right here.

fall on the lake.

Today we met some family friends at their long time lake house. It’s a home I grew up going to for holiday weekends and hot summer days. It’s where I learned to water ski and jump fearlessly off the dock. A day spent on the lake is good for so many things. Mostly, my heart continued to stew on all we’ve been talking about here.

Nothing had changed much. Same walls. Same furniture. Same people. It’s been there for at least 50 years and that house has been part of so many more growing up stories than mine.

In my own home, I go through seasons of striving: rearranging, planning, wishing, saving. But there? When we drove up? I wondered for a minute if it would all be the same. Honestly, I was relieved to see so much just the way it was when I was 10 and when I was 15 and when I was 18, beginning to step into my own life.

Change is good. I won’t be able to give up rearranging and fluffing. It’s in my bones. But there’s something sweet and wonderful about the same, too.


4 thoughts on “sweet and wonderful.

  1. oh yes … there’s something about heading off to an old home that’s settled, that’s never changed, every knickknack and piece of furniture abiding in its permanent spot. in a world where things are morphing by the second, there is something soothing about this kind of steadfastness …

  2. It just occurred to me reading this it’s possible to be enveloped in sameness even in the midst of different. Last summer I had a similar experience visiting the home of long time family friends. I have beautiful memories of this family growing up. The same paint colors and patterns and furniture and displays and welcoming feeling was so familiar. The sameness surprised me because the home I was visiting and the home I remembered were on opposite sides of the country. I learned that even though the location was different the things that really mattered were the same. I didn’t even realize I learned this valuable lesson until your story sparked the memory and the buried lesson. Thank you for sharing.

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