Thanksgiving break starts today. I wonder how many of you are already packed, and ready to depart. Holidays are reminders that while we might say we "go to Clemson," or "live in Clemson," Clemson is not our "home." Our home is somewhere else.
My wife and I experienced different childhoods in that her "home" shifted a couple of times. Her first home was in the city of Atlanta. That home was sold when she was in middle school and she has only been back to see that home on one, maybe two occasions. The home of my childhood was built on land given to my parents by my grandfather. It is 700 yards down the road from his home, the home where my mother grew up. When my parents died, I inherited that home. My niece lives in it now. I am heading to that home later this afternoon.
We are familiar with the saying, "Home is where the heart is," and certainly heart and home are connected. Where we find comfort and assurance and confidence is where we are at home.
Give thanks, this week, for the home that welcomes you. Realize that not everyone has the security of such a place. Give thanks, and consider well how that home might strengthen and sustain your efforts to create a safe zone for others. How might you be able to transform the gift which has come your way into a blessing by which others might be blessed?
Above all, enjoy these days. And be safe. We will be back together come Monday.
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