As you read this I am in the midst of a week-long mission trip in Belize. During my absence I have asked some of my blogging friends to write posts to include so you get fresh material and a different perspective. This post is from a friend from New York City named Susannah Bianchi. I came across Susannah at the beginning of my blog journey and I really love her unique (at least to me, who lives in the country) perspective. I know you will enjoy her post titled “Be The Person You Want To Come Home To“.
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I love this expression, always trying very hard adhering to it.
When I catch myself being pushy and demanding with someone whom I profess to love, it quickly reels me back in with a tender tug.
Let’s really examine it…what it truly means to aspire to this.
Who do you want to come home to?
What would they be like?
How would they treat you?
Acceptance comes to mind. Loving me despite my flaws and shortcomings. Welcoming my presence with open arms regardless of what I’ve done or failed to do.
I’d like to nestle in the heat of someone who’s warm…who feels like home no matter how long I’ve been away with a scent so familiar it calms me down with the gentleness of a favorite melody.
Caring, compassionate, comfortable…kind, good-natured with a heart that beats as one.
When I flip it…turning the task to me, I’d want to soothe rather than disrupt staying still during a crisis while judgement would never make it through my front door.
I think of this saint, I’ll choose to be, awaiting as he makes his way to me since I can already hear his footsteps alight coming up the walk.
As I hold my vigil beaming with light, he’ll know me for sure seeing his reflection resonating in my eyes blinking in awe back to him.
Who is the person you want to come home to?
Have you introduced yourself yet, so you too recognize him or her when they come knocking at your door?
Suit up…get ready…because the person you truly wish to be is just a heartbeat away.
Hear that?
Here he comes….
Susannah Bianchi, a writer and model, lives in New York with a goldfish named Jaws and a cat called Finn who lives primarily in New Jersey. Joint custody can be tough 🙂
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