Thanksgiving weekend this year was exactly what I needed it to be – it was full of my favorite “f” words from childhood… family, faith, friends, football, food, fellowship, and fun.
Too often, going “home” leaves me feeling distant and discontent. It’s been said that you can “never go home again,” and through the years I’ve found that to be too true. And yet, I’ve continued to have expectations of “going home” that would resemble the “home” I knew growing up.
This year, I finally set aside my expectations and determined to just “be home” – whatever that looked like. And no, it wasn’t perfect or “just like I remembered.” But it was so much more…
Family: my sister and her husband, my parents, my mom’s family
Food: a bountiful feast followed by days of snacking, plus lots of eating out at favorite restaurants
Faith: my parents’ church – the one I grew up at
Friends: my sister’s best friend, my cousins
Fun: board games, card games, and movies
Football: my first trip to a Michigan football game and a trip down memory lane being in the stands once again (football was a HUGE part of my life growing up, and I really have missed it)
Fellowship: with my family and with fellow believers
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Do you have a favorite “F” word from this holiday season?
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