Temporary Home?

Okay… so… I’m driving home with my daughter tonight, feeling tender and raw after a few fairly emotional days. She and I find things to laugh about and I like that. Even in my saddest moments, she is able to bring laughter into my world. I cherish the gift of her.

As we drove, this Carrie Underwood song – that I’ve never heard – came on and I started sniffling right from the beginning because the first verse speaks to my brother and sister-in-law’s situation. My daughter quietly says, “Shey-Shey cries when she hears this song.”

Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen… oh dear! The second verse comes on and I am sobbing. I can’t help it. She’s singing about my life.

I think… through the tears… that the third verse can’t possibly apply. She’s hit all the aspects of my life. And then… she starts singing my grandpa’s story. What I want to know is… who has been reading mine and my family’s blogs and writing songs about us?! 🙂

What a gorgeous song… (Here’s a link to it on YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LraOiHUltak)

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

“This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.”

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find a place here in this world

“This is our temporary home
It’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don’t cry for me
I’ll see you all someday
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face”

“This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home.”

This is our temporary home

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