What Does Your Home Mean to You?

What Does Your Home Mean to You?

“The House That Built Me” Congratulations Miranda Lambert!

The 45th Annual Academy of County Music Awards aired live from Las Vegas at the MGM Grand on CBS on April 18. 2010.

Miranda Lambert’s “Revolution” won album of the year at the Academy of Country Music Awards on Sunday night presented during the televised awards ceremony.

Miranda Lambert also won top female vocalist of the year!

Miranda Lambert sang “The House That Built Me”

Lyrics Songwriters: Douglas, Tom; Shamblin, Allen

This song exemplifies how some people feel about a home.


Words to ponder as we process what makes a house a home and the emotions inside.

The House That Built Me Lyrics

I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma?am I know you don’t know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won?t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From Better Homes and Garden magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.


What memories are inside your home?

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