Nov 7, 2014

at home anywhere, anywhere is home

(images from the Great Plains)

the more i go
the longer i'm gone
the more at home i am.
not in one place
but in every place.
i'm learning more and more that home is not four walls and a roof.
to me
'home' is more of a feeling.
its more about people.

i used to be awfully attached to buildings
and what i knew in general.
i used to love my routines.
(not that i'm not attached to those things anymore)
but if future events or situations were unpredictable
that made me really nervous.
i used to just like the idea of adventuring.

facing the possibility more hard times
moving and living conditions up in the air
and then being on the road a lot this fall
 i have really learned to embrace new places.
even with all their disappointments
unexpected surprises
and unpredictability.
choosing to view them as adventures.
learning to sit back
and enjoy the ride
live in the moment
and thank each and every one of the wonderful people 
that make the unknown my home.

Philippians 4:11
"Not that i speak from want,
for i have learned to be content in whatever circumstances i am."

"earthly wealth and fame may never come to me
in a palace fair my home may never be
but let come what may if Christ for me does care
anywhere is home if Christ my Lord is there"


Lana said...

I do love the interior of a barn. And climbing hay bales is what life's about. You're making me miss home a lot today. :)

Shady Del Knight said...

Hi, Abigail! If only more people young and old embraced change and the unknown the way you are doing, what a wonderful world this would be. You are setting an example for each and every one of us to follow, dear girl. You have achieved a level of aliveness that few people attain and I hope you will keep it always. The things you are thinking and feeling are reflected in the random pictures you show us week by week. Yours is some of the best photography on the web and I love how your pictures burst with color and life. The one showing the children climbing the bales of hay resonates most with me because it brings back happy memories of my childhood. My aunt and uncle had a farm and I visited my cousins there often. We loved to play in the barn, climb hay bales and pretend they were a fort, swing on a rope and drop into a haystack. Those were some of the best days of my life. Thank you for reminding me of them.

Please hug little fur ball Daisy and have a safe and happy weekend, dear friend Abigail!

Hannah Batchelder said...

Good for you! It must be so exciting to be traveling, I'm so glad that you have found a way to experience home on the road. Also, I want some of that pie! :D

Lucy said...

I think that perhaps I need to take a leaf out of your book! I'll keep your words in mind for the changes that I myself am experiencing! And as always, such lovely pictures. I really love the one fourth from the bottom. It seems like such a vast, beautiful place.

Sarah said...

I've always liked the idea of just picking up and traveling somewhere, not really knowing what lies ahead. It's fun to dream about, but it's something else to actually do it and embrace all the unknowns. All your photos are so pretty and really like the fourth to last one!

Tessie Jayne said...

Once again, your words (and pictures, of course) hit the nail right on the head. You aren't the only one who takes comfort in normalcy, because I'm guilty of the exact same thing. It's funny that you mention this I've read something recently that talks a bit about being tied down to things that we consider normal--like living in a house, or the clothes we wear, etc. And as much as I know I couldn't stand just 'drifting' about and not having a permanent home, it does seem idyllic sometimes to just travel and see things with people that make us feel at home. Your posts are so wonderful and you're such an inspiration!

Rachel Brandt Fisher said...

Loving all those photos. It makes me want to get out of the city and breath some fresh air.

Jessica Cangiano said...

Sweet dear, you are so immensely wise beyond your years. It often takes people many decades to realize - if they ever do - that hope is so much more than just a literal house. A city as a whole, a beach, a tree fort, even a sidewalk can all reverberate with a sense of home and cause great longing if we move away from their presence. For me one such city will always be Calgary, Alberta. As I'm fond of saying, the love I have for that place is akin to that I feel for the humans I adore and it (Calgary) will forever feel like home to me (even though I only lived there for a little over two years).

♥ Jessica


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