Mom and me on Perry Circle June 3, 1971
“God . . . has planted eternity in the human heart” (Ecclesiastes 3: 11 NLT).
When I was born, my family lived on Perry Circle in our small town. Although it was part of our government housing authority or the "Jets" or "The West Side," it was home. My mother was so grateful for indoor plumbing and the amenities of "city living." She took pride in that opportunity to have a home that was safe for her five children. She had many angels that helped her deal with life's bumps: an unreliable alcoholic husband, five children, and acquiring a skill to provide for her family.
My amazing mother was able to complete a CNA license and find decent work to provide stability in our home. My father was able to pull himself together long enough for us to get a special assistance loan to buy a house in a small neighborhood. The mortgage note was $80 for 30 years. It guaranteed my mother's children a home and set down roots for all of us. My mother had social workers that advised her to hang on to her house. They were proud of my hard working mother for fighting through poverty and becoming self-sufficient. Our new home was a blessing.
Today, I think of my mother's story. The first chapter that was written as a sharecropper's daughter and the struggles that shape you. The chapters about marrying young to a charismatic, charming alcoholic that left her with a broken heart and a lot of strife. The chapters of overcoming poverty and reconciling with a husband fighting to find redemption in his sobriety that spoke volumes of character to her children. My mother is now living her final chapters of this earthly life in the home that she paid for with blood, sweat, and tears. Thanks be to God she still lives there today even though Alzheimer's disease is threatening her earthly finale.
My mother knew how important having a home is. She knew her earthly chapter urged her to make a home for her children. My wise mother also knew that her final earthly home wasn't her last destination. Regardless of dementia or Alzheimer's disease, she stills tells us that there is more.
I love the home that my husband and I have built together. It's been a refuge for our children, family, and grandchildren. It's only 7 miles from where my story began on Perry Circle. Like my mother, I've enjoyed my earthly journey potholes included. My heart seeks for a more eternal home just as hers does.
My heart is sadden by those who have lost faith that there is more. Not realizing there is a God. The culture of our world implies that peace and happiness are attainable through satisfying our human desires through selfishness, freedom, and indulgence. Have you ever heard someone say, "I want to be miserable?" Me either but when I roll around in my chair I see an awful lot of miserable people. I'm so grateful for my mom who "walked the walk" and showed me true love and happiness. She did everything out of love. Why? God had whispered to her through many prayers and written on her heart that we are all on a journey through this life to eternity where we will find our home in the heart of God.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Eternal Home Loving Gal
Quote of the Day:
"When you hold your baby in your arms the first time, and you think of all the things you can say and do to influence him, it's a tremendous responsibility. What you do with him can influence not only him, but everyone he meets and not for a day or a month or a year but for time and eternity."