Article November 27, 1995 Issue

Real home

Julia Irene Fitzgerald

My husband had recently passed on. I was doing some weeding in my garden one morning as I prayed over the various adjustments I was having to make since the loss of my dear one. As I worked I almost stepped on a terrapin. This little fellow, sensing the encroaching danger, instantly withdrew his legs, his cunning little face, and his long neck, back under his hard shell, which covered his entire body.

"That shell is his home," I thought, "and he is never separated from it. Wherever he goes, his house of security goes right along with him."

Seeing this little terrapin in his "mobile home" brought joy to me. I saw it as reminder of man's real home, which is forever established in Spirit, Soul, by our only real Parent, our Father-Mother, God, from whom man can never be separated. It symbolized, to me, God's provision of infinite love and protective care, not only for my loved husband, but for me and for all mankind.

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