ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Last year, at this time, we were on the final leg of moving from our old house, which was twice the size of our new “old” house. We’ve spent the year filling the new one with love and joy, yet there have been some real times of sadness too. The point is, we’re here – we’re together – we’re alive – we’re starting over – we’re loving it.
Any house is simply a building until we set about the task of filling it with those intangible things that solidify a relationship – which glues broken pieces back together again – which allows for new growth and hope. In the end, the building is nothing more than the nails, boards, cement and elements that build it. What you add to the mix, with God at the center, is what truly builds a home.
A house is just a dwelling place, a place to sleep and eat,
A set of rooms to roam about, to gather and to greet,
Each filled with lath and plaster, with paint and other things,
It soon becomes inhabited and that’s when life begins,
The walls could tell us stories of who these people were,
By things they said, the hugs and joys and words that would occur,
Of broken hearts, of emptiness, of loss and loneliness,
Of joyfulness and goals achieved, of peace and happiness,
It’s just a simple shelter made of brick or wood or stone,
But when a family lives there, it soon becomes a home.