Many months ago, I was walking the aisles of Hobby Lobby with our daughter and saw this picture.
I bought it.
These words are part of a song I used to own. (On cassette tape!)
My husband and I would sing it together.
As I was walking around the house this morning it caught my eye.
“What makes a home?”
For me, it’s my family.
I’m so blessed to have my husband and we are so thankful for our children.
As they are growing up and moving on to their own families I’ve found a new joy.
My family is multiplying!
I can’t thank God enough for each and every one of them.
It is such a privilege and pleasure to learn each one and to love them.
Although I’m deeply saddened by the pain and loss occuring world wide, I’m still able to be thankful for the blessing of family.
And I’ve been praying:
That these days of seclusion will be rich with family time.
Even if the members are separated, I’ve been praying they would be able to connect with deeper meaning.
But it’s costly.
Families often hurt one another and cause all kinds of scars upon the heart.
To truly love and connect with one another it takes forgiveness, patience, and humility.
Gifts from God.
Which He gives freely.
What better time to revisit those things than now?
No one is guaranteed tomorrow, today is all we have.
While I’m here, with my family, in this home, I’m seeking to plant as much love, teaching, understanding, forgiveness, and joy as I can.
Because that’s another thing which makes home, the fruit of the Spirit.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
Galatians 5:22-23a NKJV
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