Just a Temporary Home

I don't know how many of you listen to country music, but there is a new Carrie Underwood song...called Temporary Home.  It is the most beautiful song. I heard it today for the first time and thought that, since it has been a long long 6 months since Grandma has been gone I would remember her with that song.

It is oh so hard...every day to wake up and realize that she's not here.  I have pictures of her ready for frames for Wyatt's room.  That way he never forgets.  I tell him about her every day, and since she loved to read to him...we even make up stories to tell her at night when we talk to God.  I miss her, every day, every night, and with every piece of my heart.

Hearing this song, I look at things a different way now. She was always headed to a better place, just passing through our lives and this world.  She loved her Lord, and is happier that she has ever been, we were given a short time with her, but it was time enough for her life to make a huge imprint on who I am.....who we all are, and on every one she came in contact with.

I love her and miss her so much.

Please, if you have the time...read the lyrics and listen to the song at the bottom.

Carrie Underwood

Temporary Home

(video at the bottom)

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face"

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home