and here you are living
despite it all
This week I had the chance to see my family’s home after the fire. For the last 6 months they have been in the process of rebuilding my childhood home. As I walked through the door, memories began to fill my mind.
I remember turning off the light and laying my head down for sleep in this room. I remember crying countless tears over boys who didn’t like me back or broke my heart. I remember singing into my hair brush and giving each performance my all.
I remember hiding under my blanket afraid to face the bullies in the morning. I remember staying up until dawn with those I was lucky to call friends.
I remember fighting to cope with my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and praying that Jesus would bring me peace. I remember sitting on my bed and reading books that took me to another world. This is the home that raised me.
The shock of the fire was something I couldn’t shake for months. This rubble couldn’t have once been my room.
Though we have all cried many tears over the accident, we have been surprised to find this season bittersweet. Who could have foreseen how sweet it would be to get a fresh start. An opportunity to create new memories and let the old hurts burn away.
Peace lives in this home, and I know that Jesus has heard every prayer. He brings beauty from ashes.