An empty Home

An empty home is like a body without a soul. Lifeless and empty. You walk from empty room to empty room hoping for a glimpse of life, but it’s not to be found. Light floods through to shine upon an empty vessel. Something that used to house life and light now is empty and hollow. The family goes through things like dirty rats going through garbage. Declaring what is theirs and fighting over meaningless objects. Like a church without Christ, it stands without love. The memories that you have of standing help her cook or dancing in the living room, are just that-memories. It strikes you like a cold knife, searing and painful. You look at it like a tragedy and wonder how it could happen to you. But alas child, we are all vessels living and breathing for a given precious time. While the pain you now feel is stationary-you will see the light of a new day.
Think about dancing, remember the steps dear child? Your heart floats on every note. Making sweet goodies with Gram, know the succulent taste? Remember the times when she enveloped you in her arms promising to never let go? Remember how proud of you she was? She put your photograph on her fridge. Beloved, you were there for her, taking care of her daily. Hanging on her every word-her every amount of energy. Think about the smile she got when you walked through the door.
Dear one, don’t you see? Her love is still around you. Like the touch of Christ, it isn’t something to be forgotten. As you look back on these faded photographs, don’t let your heart be troubled with the pain of knowing she’s gone. But know that she is now dancing on streets of gold, awaiting your smiling face.