Homesteading

2014-06-15 15.33.39

I went home for Father’s Day.

I had the honor of speaking in a breakout session at The Summit for Change in Washington, DC, and so I flew out to the east coast a few days early, to spend some time in Richmond with my people.

My parents moved to this house nearly thirty years ago—right after H and I jumped the broom (we didn’t actually jump over a broom, but if we ever renew our vows…).

2014-06-15 16.53.33I’ve never lived here, but I have slept under its roof in every stage of my married life. It’s not the house I grew up in, but it’s our family’s homestead. At least that’s what I call it.

Long before Martha Stewart or HGTV, my mom has been in the business of creating a beautiful home, curating items that make her smile, regardless of the latest trend or design advice. She goes with her heart; she follows her instincts.

2014-06-15 16.54.30 HDRI like to think I’ve inherited a little bit of my mom’s eye for what works. But, I can never be sure. And besides, what’s at the heart of my parents’ home has more to do with who they are than where they live. Somehow, though, who they are—warm and real and loyal and open and faithful—is exactly how their house feels.

It’s been like that, in all the places my parents have lived. Every time I visit, I pray I can have a house like theirs. Not necessarily a center hall Colonial, or a house in Virginia, or a house with everything exactly the way it’s laid out in my parents’ home (although I wouldn’t be opposed to any of that). What I’m really praying for is a house that feels like home, to everyone who crosses the threshold.

2014-06-17 13.20.05I come back to my tiny rental and wonder if I should paint something, or buy new curtains, or hang something different on the walls.

2014-07-02 14.22.57My daughter turned twenty-three today, and so, last Monday, we flew her home from Chicago to Nebraska. She texted while she sat on the tarmac in Chicago, on a plane with no air-conditioning, and said her flight would be delayed due to a mechanical issue.

“Chicago,” I texted back.

2014-07-02 14.25.02 HDRI changed the sheets on the bed where our daughter would sleep, with my phone in my back pocket, so I’d know when her flight finally took to the skies. And I opened the windows to let the fresh air in.

2014-07-02 14.25.25I tracked her flight on the computer, the same way my parents had done when my flight from Chicago had been delayed. “I can call a car to come and get me,” I’d kept saying to my mom each time I called with updates on my flight. “NO,” she’d answered, her voice on the other line coming through in all caps. “THEN I WOULD HAVE LESS TIME TO SPEND WITH YOU.” And so, she and my dad were waiting curbside when I finally emerged from the Richmond airport after one o’clock in the morning.

2014-05-07 18.45.08My daughter’s flight was an hour late, just as mine had been when I flew back east. H picked up Alex at the airport and I lit a candle on the stove and soon Santana was telling me someone was in the driveway and then on the front porch and so Santana went out to bombard the birthday girl with all the love we had to give until all we could do was take the hug fest inside.

2014-05-07 18.45.13So H pulled Alex’s suitcase over the threshold and she stepped inside and sighed. “I never thought this place would feel like home,” she said.

That evening, we sat together in the living room—the three of us. Sharing life and talking like grown-ups. And the next night, we had dinner in the backyard, at the turquoise picnic table, with our red and white checkered napkins and her favorite dish cooked up and ready.

2014-07-02 14.22.49 HDR“You’ve got a nice home, here, Mom,” she said to me. And the birds sang their song and the wind danced its dance and we bowed our heads and together we thanked God, and in my heart I thanked him for the roots and wings, and for this home and the next, and for the yearning in our hearts for our one, true home.

Amen.

  • Alison

    Your home, as well as your parents’ home, sound like a place that engenders warmth, good conversation, smiles, and a tremendous sense of contentment. What a blessing, Deidra!

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      Oh, I do hope so, Alison!

  • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

    lovely, Deidra. Just lovely.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      Thank you, Kris! XOXO

  • http://thewillinghamenterprise.com/ LW Lindquist

    Hey, I’ve been in that beautiful, warm house in Nebraska. Wait. That *home.* And I was as welcome there as I’ve been anywhere. :)

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      I often look at that chair where you sat while we talked late into the night. That was a good time, Lyla. A really good time.

  • http://SimplyDarlene.com/ SimplyDarlene

    It’s not the stuff of the people, but the hearts of the people — these places where love lives.

    Blessings.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      The “places where love lives.” That’s a beautiful image, Darlene. Thank you for that.

  • http://godspotting.net Sheila Seiler Lagrand

    Amen.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      Indeed.

  • http://helenwashington.com Helen Gaskins Washington

    Amen! Home truly is the walls surrounding the people we love.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      Yes. Amen.

  • Jan

    Lovely descriptions of your parents’ home, your home, and the love in your family! I too have been in that beautiful, warm home and have felt loved there too.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      I love having you here, Jan!

  • http://pathoftreasure.wordpress.com/ Anna @path of treasure

    . Home. It’s the people. I, too, want a house that feels like home. Lovely.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      It really is the people, isn’t it?

  • Kim Hyland

    You’ve captured all the best of home in this post, Deidra . . homesteading, homemaking, homecoming. What a privilege and joy it is to be welcomed and to welcome our loved ones home!

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      I love the way you put that, Kim: “homesteading, homemaking, homecoming.” Nice!

  • Kristin_theschellcafe

    I love it when God uses our children to speak straight to our souls. Alex saw and felt the foretaste we all long for! Your home radiates a little slice of heaven, friend. And, I am absolutely teary-eyed over that turquoise table.

    • http://www.deidrariggs.com/ Deidra

      That turquoise table is gaining traction. :)

  • pastordt

    Lovely, Dee. Thank you.

  • soulstops

    Aw…such beauty as I see the line of blessing from your parents to you the to your daughter Alex…priceless :)