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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

Self discipline

It’s something I’m still working on.

There are so many areas I want to improve in.

House keeping has jumped to the top of the list.


I’ve never been good at it.

Even as a child I would struggle over what to keep and what to get rid of.

I would horde popsicle sticks and leftover chunks of construction paper.

I remember thinking

I would create

really neat things out of these items.

Of course,

they ended up in the trash

when my mom discovered them.

As a young adult I’d hold onto crazy items.

Like a daisy chain I made with a friend while we waited for her Mom to pick us up.

After one of our moves my hand stuck to something inside a box.

I pulled it out and saw a tiny multicolored bandaid.

“What in the world is that!?” my husband questioned.

Sheepishly I had to admit.

“It’s the bandaid that the hospital put on Sissy’s heal.”

“Gross! Throw it out!”

Of course I did.

And I wondered at my own lack of self discipline.

Today while unpacking,

I had to wonder again.

“What makes me hold on to all this stuff?”

I know it’s really not worth my time to pack, load, haul, and unpack scraps of paper, but as I unloaded a box I found exactly that.

And I know why they are there.

I didn’t have the self discipline to deal with them at the time.

Instead, I tossed them into a drawer to deal with later.

Then into a box they went for the same reason.

Self discipline is both a gift from God and an act of will.

I have to willingly submit to God and He guides and directs me.

He gives me the courage to make choices about “keep” or “get rid of”.

He grants me the understanding to let go of the past and embrace the day.

He guides me into what is wise and teaches me how to avoid what is foolish, especially on the task-by-task level.

It is a privilege to work

and a blessing to rest.

It is wisdom to give up what I don’t use or have the ability to do

and it is understanding which can be gleaned from a new place and new people.

It is God

Who grants all these things.

And it is good

to live a life of discipline unto the LORD.

Galations 5:22-23 NKJV
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness, self-control.






What makes a home?


Is it the flooring?

The wall decor?

What key ingredient is a


Long before I was old enough I began to plan my first home.

I thought about what I would decorate with and how I would bake cakes, cookies, pies.

Yesterday our almost eleven year old girl said to me,

“Mommy, I really like sewing and doing things at home. I am really looking forward to taking care of my children when I have them and cooking and baking and making things for them.”

I smiled.

“I felt the same way when I was your age sweetheart.”

She grinned around the little cape she was making for her doll.

In that moment I thought about all those childhood dreams of home.

There have been many rough times in the past when the house I lived in was very far from the home I so desperately wanted and it had nothing to do with the carpet, but everything to with the people.

The answer to what makes a home is what goes on there.

So the ingredients I have found that truly make home are these:



the Bible













What makes your house a