Saturday, November 19, 2011

If These Walls Could Speak

"If these old walls,
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

And finally...

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)
Ephesians 3:17





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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.
Enjoy!

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











10 comments:

  1. We move on in time with our lives, but every memory of our childhood is never too far. Always near to our hearts and our minds. Never forgotten. Thank you for taking me back to where it all started. My lovely, beautiful Home in Tonga. Didn't realize how much I've missed it. Both the place and the people.

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  2. beautiful song and so true! I am going to have to buy this song now :)

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  3. Ohhh so, so true!! Beautiful lyrics, and it really does get you thinking. I love how you described each home, and it had me thinking back to all the places I've lived, the memories, the words for each. Great post!

    ~Tabitha

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  4. Such a beautiful song, I love the lyrics!

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  5. She's one of my favorites (her first Christmas album is always playing while I decorate my tree!) I'm going to do a scrapbook of all the places we've lived...might have to "steal" these lyrics for the cover page and use the walls talking idea to narrate it!!!

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  6. Ah...Amy Grant. *deep sigh*

    I love these words about where you've lived. The burned meals in the first apartment. That's me! And the love that oozes up from the floorboards. You didn't say that, but I felt it. Right there in your words. Beautiful!

    Thanks so much for linking up at Jumping Tandem. ;)

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  7. Beautiful words that triggered fond memories.Thanks for sharing and your visit.

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  8. This is just beautiful - I love traveling your memory lane of remembrances (especially the part about early marriage burned dinners -- I can relate to that!). Thanks for linking up to Graceful this week (Hear It, Use It) -- and happy Thanksgiving!

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