Our lives are stories built of small moments. ~Christie Purifoy

 

Home. When we talk about home the word itself usually brings an image or feeling to mind almost immediately. As people who spend a lot of time talking about hospitality, this word carries a weight that connects us to our communities and how we share (or don’t share) our home with others, by way of inviting, feeding, providing shelter, and even, entertaining, in certain seasons. As believers, the word home takes on a different meaning, when we consider that this earthly home, is not our eternal home. We are to be in it, but not of it,–whatever that looks like, which is an entirely other conversation. Whatever home means to you, whatever images and emotions that word conjure up,  whatever your own journey home has looked like in the past, or looks like right now, we want to pay attention to it, to explore it, to consider what it means to find our hearts true home.

Today kicks off our 2nd annual Summer Reading Book Club. We’ve selected Christie Purifoy’s book, Roots & Sky: A Journey Home In Four Seasons. All this month we will be exploring themes from Christie’s book. Because we know that some of you are not active on social media, we will be reflecting on those ideas both here on the blog and in the private Facebook group set up exclusively for the Book Club. If you haven’t yet signed up, it’s not too late.

 Here’s what readers have said about this book: 

“She {Christie} writes into the space where we see God at work, long before we knew how that would turn out and indeed believe God to be the master of our seasons, planting and harvesting, and nurturing our souls.” ~Alia Joy Hagenbach

“Her reflections on the life she lives are deep, rich, honest and gloriously articulate and thoughtful. Maplehurst is an old, brick farmhouse, now surrounded by a brand-new neighborhood of tract homes, a place far from family, yet a place that becomes home in every way you can think of.”  ~Diana Trautwein

“Christie reminds us that hope, like dreams, is made of stronger stuff. She invites us into a year of her life lived in real time in an old Pennsylvania farmhouse, chock-full of hope and decay, promise and weeds, work and wonder.”–Lisa-Jo Baker

 

Life at Maplehurst. Photos courtesy of Christie Purifoy.

Photos courtesy of Christie Purifoy’s delicious Instagram feed.

 

What does the word home stir up in you? Leave a comment below to join the conversation.

 

Join the book club HERE.

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Kris is a writer and artist living in the middle of Ohio. She loves Jesus, people, and words. She is most often found in her tiny kitchen, where she plays with her food. Having recently mastered the art of preparing perfectly crisp dino-nuggets--she is her children's hero.
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    Leah Adams
    http://www.leahadams.org

    Home…..the word conjures up so many feelings. It is a house, yes, but so much more than that. Home is safety, security, and a place to retreat. Home is my North Georgia mountains that are as much a part of me as my very skin. Home is where my husband is. Home, ultimately, will be where Jesus is, and that is the home to which I look forward greatly. I am enjoying Christie’s book so much. Thank you for offering the book club.

    June 2nd, 2016 5:27
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    • Christina Hubbard
      Christina Hubbard
      http://www.creativeandfree.com

      Hi, Leah, the North Georgia mountains are such a beautiful place to make a home. You are truly blessed.

      June 4th, 2016 23:26
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    Trish Pederson
    http://Invisiblelove.com

    Home is the most pleasant of familiar aromas…the simplicity of cinnamon toast and coffee black, the sound of the perk, the blanket of the warm sun on skin through a westward window. The familiar fur under palm from a four footed friend, and the reassuring sigh and tender sniff as human lips meet a floppy muzzle. Home is worn sheets holding the heat of the man you are crazy about because God smiled when He appointed him to you to make babies with and wrestle with and fight mad and loud with and laugh ridiculously with and cry bitter and desperate with. Home is babies that stretch skin and extend bones that turn into teenagers who keep you home feeding mounds of spaghetti to and crash in the basement for extended days and hours. Home is where they return when college has been harsh and cafeteria food has left them wanting the conjurings of mom’s creations in the kitchen. Home is mom. There. Always. Safe. A sanctuary of rest and hope, healing, nourishing, the hardest of squeezes never wanting to let them go. Home is Jesus who taught you to love like. this.

    June 3rd, 2016 9:33
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    • Christina Hubbard
      Christina Hubbard
      http://www.creativeandfree.com

      Hi, (I posted this in the facebook group too.) Home for me is finding people with whom I deeply connect. This takes continual reaching out in a season I didn’t anticipate. I’ve never really cared about the walls I live within (world traveler at heart), but I crave people who know me and love me just as I am within a faith community. Where is home? Who am I? Where are my people? These questions are showing me home is what we make it, and in some seasons, that means being without and holding on to the Lord desperately as I anticipate the surprises He will bring.

      June 4th, 2016 23:23
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    • Christina Hubbard
      Christina Hubbard
      http://www.creativeandfree.com

      Trish, you captured home superbly. Four footed friend, worn sheets, heat of the man, conjurings of mom’s creations…sanctuary. It all spoke to me. Beautiful.

      June 4th, 2016 23:25
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