If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin’ week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.
If these old halls,
If hallowed halls could talk,
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun goin’ down and dinner bell,
And children playing at hide and seek
from floor to rafter,
If these halls could speak." ~ Jimmy Webb
This week I have done a lot of thinking of the stories that each of us own....how we carry our life story with us...
yet also leave parts of ourselves behind.
Impressions woven into the walls and floorboards.
My childhood home~ innocence, baby dolls, safety, belonging,
Our newlywed apartment~dreams, fresh beginnings, burnt dinners
Our first home~ two baby boys, late night feedings, dancing in the living room
Our second home~ one baby girl, toddler squeals, bleary eyes, full hearts
Our apartment and townhouse half a world away~ new flavors, new language, same beautiful love
The home that holds the majority of my children's childhood~ growth, traditions, laughter and hope
All of them hold a part of me within their walls.
All of them are part of my history.
All of them would have tales to tell.
And...For all of them I give thanks.
May Christ through your faith dwell (settle down, abide, make His permanent home) in your hearts!
May you be rooted deep in love and founded securely on love (AMP)
If you want to listen here is Amy Grant's beautiful rendition.
She shares a beautiful story for the first couple minutes...
then the song begins.
For Sunday Citar this week I'm actually posting song lyrics rather than a spoken quote. I think it still counts!
Linking up with: Sunday
Linking up with: Hear it on Sunday.Use it on Monday