storage (8.13am)

ukarumpa, this place we made home while living an as-long-as-god-keeps-us-here life in papua new guinea.

it was graded graveled roads and general store and market place.  simple school buildings and a post office that brought ocean crossed letters and gifts from passport country family and away-sometimes-forever friends.

it was post base so my parents could sustain family and future while reaching further. answering god’s calling them to unfold the map of his word in even farther off village.


spending three to six months at a time in the remote, we would pack up our home in preparation. but left behind access was not ours to choose.  keys handed over to meet the need of those passing through.  home only ours in season, left behind to welcome next others.

but one room we locked.  safekeeping what mattered most.  the personal of our family…from gifted keepsakes to photos bound to teenage hearted and scribbled on folded scraps of paper.  bit by bit the story of our life, the who we were, was boxed and bagged for safe-keeping behind one dead-bolted door.

everything else could come and would go, but this—-the stuff of us—-it was worth the safekeeping.


yesterday i said goodbye to the empty rooms left of my grandma’s life—never really hers to own.

we gathered to pack the stuff of her up. to take down blu-tacked memories and fold them for safe-keeping in our with-lock-on hearts. we looked at what could only matter to the all of us. together we turned over and tissue wrapped everything that she truly was. we boxed and bagged  and made room in our minds for the keeping of it.

god whispered “come home”.  it was his say so. his first and last and lifetime calling. to come home. and what matters most.  the who of us he has sketched and breathed a lifetime into.  he keeps it in his house forever.


the lord is my shepherd; i shall not want.
he makes me lie down in green pastures.
he leads me beside still waters.
he restores my soul.
he leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.

even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
i will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

you prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
surelygoodness and mercyshall follow me
all the days of my life,
and i shall dwellin the house of the lord

psalm 23 (ESV)


lorraine scorza…daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother…child of god gone home.


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