They say home is where your heart is. As a child, mine was characterized by loud talking (dare I say yelling), spirited debate, endless laughter and the occasional drama that comes along with five kids sharing three bedrooms and everything else. We didn't have a lot, but we were keenly aware that we always had each other. Always.
And we had company - often. Everyone was welcome at our house. In fact, there was a standing rule up until high school that we couldn't hang out with friends who hadn't met my parents. Needless to say, many characters graced our halls, and to this day, my parents still know those dearest & closest to me.
Now "grown" with an amazing husband, a precious baby boy and a place all our own, I'm excited about what home will come to mean not only to us, but to all who walk through our doors. I pray it will be a place where love, good food & great conversation abound. A place where God is adored and treasured. A place where grace is frreely given and received.
Ultimately, my heart seeks refuge far beyond this world. But until that time comes, I pray God will turn our little castle into a refuge for wandering, restless hearts - starting with my own.
"Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain." Psalm 127:1