Stupidville- it’s closer than you think.

There is a large road sign right at the entrance of town and it reads….

Welcome all who feel their rights have been violated.

Welcome all whose spouses just don’t understand them.

Welcome, all who don’t play by the rules.

Welcome, those who know they have to take care of themselves or nobody else will.

Welcome, those of you who harbor secrets.

Welcome, those of you who are misunderstood.

Welcome, you whose truth is subjective and subject to change.

A hardy welcome to those of you who hate authority and can do things better on your own.

It isn’t hard to find yourself in Stupidville and at some point in time we have all been there.  All you have to do is not pay attention to your conscience and you will find yourself right in the middle of downtown Stupidville on Dumb Dumb lane.

Here are the directions -

Take a right at all your excuses.

A left at every lie.

Drive till you can’t see the truth and you will dead end at compromise.

Then you will know you have arrived.

Please note the cost of this detour.

You will think you came to visit but you really came to stay.

Your dreams will be delusions.

Your pain will be the pay.

Your legacy will cease to be.

Your peace will be a long lost dream.

Regret will be your neighbor.

And Chaos your only friend.

Instead of pleasure you find a prison.

When you have had enough and are tired of the lies.

Reach out to heaven and hollar a cry.

There is only one way out of this prison town.

Only repentance can give you the key.

Only humility can show you where the exit is.

Only honesty will light the path.

Only love can guide you out.

Only Wisdom can keep you safe from ever returning.

Home

Home is a little piece of space that you cultivate with all your preferences and then seek to welcome others in to enjoy it with you.

It is where the hard work of cultivating the heart takes place.

It is a place where truth has the courage to be spoken and love feels safe enough to let her walls down and begin to learn and grow.

Home is a place where there is healthy food for both spirit and stomach and it is often a delectable.

Home is where you want to be when the storms of life hit.

Home can be built no matter how humble or lavish the resources but the purpose stays the same.

The bigger the home the wider the door should be for those who are weary and without one.

Home is not just a comfort it is a responsibility with great influence.

Homes are made with deliberation and intentions.

The traffic should be high and the furniture should be worn.

Home is where intimacies begin, trust grows roots, conversations flourish and people feel loved.

My prayer for everyone that reads this is that they would make their house a home.