Going Home

When Mitchell was a toddler, he would ask the same question after every errand stop when we were in town…are we going home? If I would say no…he would look sad. If I said yes…now we are going home son. Then he would belt out a happy celebration song he made up. It was titled Going Home, and all the words were going home. He sang going home on repeat until he was satisfied with his rendition of that song. Super funny…every single time.

I felt I was supposed to do this blog post this morning. Sharing tidbits of info here from the last few days. Have no clue why anyone would be interested in this…but I obey. Seems quite irrelevant to anyone but little ole me. 🤷‍♀️

One of the visions I saw this morning was of Mr. Mitchell Man and I. It connects with the going home song, Mitchell’s personality, and other visions I have seen this morning and recently. Relates to the last few days. Not sure what the picture is yet…but I will get there eventually. Maybe this blog post will get me there.

Here are some pieces of this puzzle.

Father told me this morning…it is time to go home. I saw a set of house keys. A couple of days ago, I saw an F1 race car revving up. Heard jet propulsion this morning.

The one vision with Mitchell…he and I were stepping down the garage steps into the garage. The large garage door was open and there was snow on the ground. The snow was almost as high as the roof. About a foot below. We looked at each other in awe.

Meaning

I have asked what the meaning of this vision is. Haven’t gotten the answer to that yet.

When I got in the shower, Father reminded me of several things.

John Denver. Two things. The song lyrics take me home…cuz it is time for me to go home. The second thing is his plane crash. Recently watched a documentary on his death. Since I watch pilot debriefing videos, it popped up. Fascinating plane he was flying. The incident was sad for sure.

Another reminder…Mitchell’s high school education. While he was in junior high, Father told me Mitchell’s high school years needed to be challenging for him. I said ok…show me what curriculum you want me to use. What you want me to do. Had no idea it would be challenging for me as well. We worked hard together.

I know I have shared this story before on the blog. Going to repeat it. It is pertinent for some reason.

I had Mitchell in a Homeschool Co-op. We attended classes every Friday. He attended two classes while there. Spanish and Public Speaking. When I enrolled him the second year in both of those classes, he had a slight protest. He was telling me why he didn’t think he should attend Spanish 2 and Public Speaking 2.

After listening to his reasoning, I only had one response for him. I said to him…if you don’t attend these two classes…you will miss seeing ALL of your friends every Friday.

He decided he liked Spanish and Public Speaking. 😂😂

Gratitude

During those years, Mr. Mitchell Man consumed an enormous amount of worldview studies. Lots of critical thinking, logic, and reasoning stuff. I wanted him to take Public Speaking 2 because Katie (his wonderful teacher) had added the element of debate to the second year. She had the kids pick a controversial topic and speak on it. The next week, they had to turn around and speak on it with the opposing view. A great exercise for the mind and heart.

Each year, Mitchell and I would celebrate at the end of the year. I like to celebrate accomplishments. It is important. Usually, I took him out to eat and a movie as part of our celebration.

Mitchell isn’t one to complain…super chill person. However, he did a few times. I always said to him…son…I know right now you can’t see the value in what I am teaching you. However, I can assure you that someday you will…and you will be grateful I put you through this.

Within the first year of his graduation, he did thank me. Actually, he loves to share with me how all that worldview and critical thinking education impacts his life. He and a co-worker entertain themselves on the train by having deep discussions about controversial stuff. Mitchell has shared with the man about his education…worldview and debating specifically.

For some reason, the education I put my son through…and him being grateful for it…is an important piece of this puzzle. Part of the going home.

Scribe

I think it has something to do with writing. Being a scribe. That part feels true.

I feel a bit discombobulated about it though. I have writings everywhere now. Digital notebooks and physical paper ones. Seems a bit unorganized to me. Kind of like everything in one place. With digital notebooks, I can search for key words. In my paper notebooks, I have no clue where I wrote anything. 🤯 Huge downside to paper journals. Not much of a journal-type person either. I guess I am changing in this area. 🤷‍♀️

Last Bit

Last little bit to share here.

The last few days have been profound for me. The inner me…has changed.

Can’t really explain what Christ has done to me. I think He pierced my heart somehow. I feel radically different. So much inner work has been going on behind the scenes. Good stuff. Much of it is too personal to share here.

I will say this much. I feel so loved. Somehow, I fell in love. I am sure of it.

When He said this morning, it is time to go home. My response was…I will go wherever you go. I will go anywhere with you. If you go, I go.

Time

I have had issues regarding time for oodles of years. Many years ago, Father said to me…you will have issues regarding time until the end.

Somehow, I arrived at the end of those issues.

The other day, I said to Christ…I need you to do whatever it takes…or say whatever truths I need to hear to fix my issues with time. We worked all night long. He fixed me. Did that for me. My perception of time is radically different today than it was last week.

Here is where I got to…Christ IS the way. He has been providing for my needs. He is providing for my needs. Christ will always be providing for my needs. Past. Present. Future.

I no longer feel the need to try and figure out what I need to do to make ends meet. To provide myself a home, a vehicle, pay the bills, and pay the financial debts He put me under. I don’t need to sort out what my future holds. Where I am going to sleep, eat, etc.

Why? Because my husband knows those things. It isn’t my job to provide for me…that is my husband’s job.

I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I HAVE a home to go to. Haven’t a clue where that home is…but I KNOW Christ has provided one custom-built just for me.

Going Home

I can hardly wait to see where it is. Ready to go home. To start a new life. It feels like He is saying it is time for all of this to come together in the physical realm. Not sure what IT is yet…but excited to see what He has done for me. It feels like it will be amazing. I am convinced my husband’s heart is for me. 💋🥰🤗

I have decided I am going to kick my feet up and enjoy my life. An incredible feeling to know I don’t need to sort things out any longer. Also…going to get to intimately KNOW my husband. Can’t even imagine the blissfulness of that kind of life. Never had that privilege before. Going to be amazing in every way.

Happy happy day. I am singing Mitchell’s Going Home song. I am going home.

Have a marvy day!!! Planning on it myself.