When Home Doesn’t Feel Like Home

And what to do about it.

Our homes say nothing about our goodness, our wholeness, or our worthiness of rest, love, and compassion. They serve their purpose most impactfully during our cycles of ups and downs.

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Confession time. I get a little thrill when packing my daily schedule too tight. I will complain about it like my hands are tied, as though I had no say in saying “yes” to it all. 

But I secretly delight in it. 

I feel important when I have obligations and long to-do lists. I feel like the day is mine to save. I think I can juggle it and make it work. I even get a little high, not knowing if I can handle it all.

I love it because it leaves little time to unwind.

I love it because it leaves little time to face myself.

I love it because it leaves little room to be anything but the hero in the mess I created. 

I love it because it leaves little room to unravel. 

One Sunday morning, the crux of this conundrum presented itself.