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ving under a bridge, and the ones who have a physical space to live in but don’t feel loved.I am not one of these. I am one of the fortunate ones. I have a house, food, two beautiful cats, and lots of love.It is with this grateful heart that I fell asleep last night, and which I still have this morning.It takes some work to cultivate and maintain this sense of gratitude, but it’s worth it.When I have gratitude for my home, our cats, and my wife, it is much easier to do those mundane activities that I need to do to keep it going. Things like taking out the trash, cleaning the cat box, doing the dishes, cleaning the laundry, and paying the bills become sources of comfort when I feel this gratitude.These activities are a great source of connection for my wife and me because we know that these will keep our home looking beautiful. And I’m happy to do them. It keeps me grounded. These daily chores become connectors to a greater mission. That mission is to have a peaceful and loving home.Emptyin

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g garbage cans and putting away dishes become celebrations. I have said many times to my wife, “Thank God we have more dirty dishes and trash to throw away. Many people don’t even have that chance.”I see so many things to be grateful for where I live. I love the neighborhood, the nice people that live here, the amazing variety of wildlife, and the wonderful trees that adorn the streets and ponds. It’s a place of refuge. I need to know that I have a safe place to come back every day. It means the world to me.There is a sign on our front window that says: This is Where Love Lives.Yes. This is where love lives.I pray that your home is a place of refuge for you and your loved ones. I invite you to thank those who enter and reside there every day as they enter. Thank them for coming home. Thank them for making your home a place of refuge and support for you.Thank them for coming home. They will in turn thank you.Essay by John C. Davis ©2021 All Rights Reserved</article></body>

Thank You for Coming Home

A story of gratitude and love

Our beautiful cats Miles and Squirt welcome me home. (Photo by John C. Davis)

“Thank you for coming home!”

This is the greeting I received yesterday as I walked through the door after being out for the day.

This is the greeting my wonderful wife gives me every time I come through the door. And it’s been this way since we have been together.

It’s an amazing way to enter my home. It makes me feel welcome, loved, and cared for.

Yesterday, when I came home, I felt especially grateful. I was in touch with how amazing it is that I have a place I can call home. There are millions of people on our planet who cannot say this.

These are the immigrants, the displaced, the homeless, the war-battered women and children wandering on the highways, the immigrants living under a bridge, and the ones who have a physical space to live in but don’t feel loved.

I am not one of these. I am one of the fortunate ones. I have a house, food, two beautiful cats, and lots of love.

It is with this grateful heart that I fell asleep last night, and which I still have this morning.

It takes some work to cultivate and maintain this sense of gratitude, but it’s worth it.

When I have gratitude for my home, our cats, and my wife, it is much easier to do those mundane activities that I need to do to keep it going. Things like taking out the trash, cleaning the cat box, doing the dishes, cleaning the laundry, and paying the bills become sources of comfort when I feel this gratitude.

These activities are a great source of connection for my wife and me because we know that these will keep our home looking beautiful. And I’m happy to do them. It keeps me grounded. These daily chores become connectors to a greater mission. That mission is to have a peaceful and loving home.

Emptying garbage cans and putting away dishes become celebrations. I have said many times to my wife, “Thank God we have more dirty dishes and trash to throw away. Many people don’t even have that chance.”

I see so many things to be grateful for where I live. I love the neighborhood, the nice people that live here, the amazing variety of wildlife, and the wonderful trees that adorn the streets and ponds. It’s a place of refuge. I need to know that I have a safe place to come back every day. It means the world to me.

There is a sign on our front window that says: This is Where Love Lives.

Yes. This is where love lives.

I pray that your home is a place of refuge for you and your loved ones. I invite you to thank those who enter and reside there every day as they enter. Thank them for coming home. Thank them for making your home a place of refuge and support for you.

Thank them for coming home. They will in turn thank you.