Mammy and Grandad made this block of concrete with our hand and footprints in 1984. In the years to come, we’d step on our own footprint to see how much we’ve grown, or if we were as big as our uncle’s and cousin’s.

As we had our own children, they did the same. The concrete block was moved from home to home over the years. It’s one of the only, solid pieces of our childhood. So much has changed over the years, with footprints missing from our hearts, others added. As the footprints have walked off of this block, each one could write their story. I’m sure the pages would be full- with tears and laughter. Full of love and heartache. Addiction and recovery. New life and life gone. Mammy’s house was our own concrete block. I think it still is, in our hearts. If only we could have one more time at “Mammy’s house” we’d all be okay.

The wonderful thing about this is, we can join Mammy in her new home. If we follow the ONE who created us. We can join her with Jesus and never be homesick again.

“For our citizenship (home) is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ” Philippians 3:20 NKJV