Hospitality
too much, too much on the calendar too much to do just too much
not enough, not enough time, not enough energy, not enough me
If that doesn't sum up our days I don't know what does
my baby turned 6 and I'd do anything to have a baby in the house..
just stay busy and you never have to think about it
babies are magical like rainbows and unicorns, and they make all things wonderful...really
for some reason worship music makes me think of a home for us all ....one with a roof wide enough to cover every weary head
There are seats for the broken hearted in every corner, tables with food galore, jars of dreams come true, and books filled with the tales of how our shame has been redeemed.
Tears flow as I sit here because I remember the way it used to be before I found my way home.
Back and forth, back and forth.
My mom never gave up and always, always sent me, said to me, and prayed scripture over me...continually.
Our stories are all different but together they create a song that feels like a miracle wrapped in joy.
We can't find our way home on our own.
We are carried into this place and no darkness can force us out.
The food tastes like true belonging, our cups run over with gratitude and grace, the walls are made of love, the roof is righteousness, the rafters are strong as justice, no storm can flood us, no famine can touch us. Here we are safe, we are family and we are truly home.
This house is God's home.
He holds our hands and endures our tantrums. He binds up our fears and sends them far off into the wilderness. We will never know them the same again.
Just thinking about that place makes all the not enough more endurable. Surely, we can make our own doors a little easier to find, our kitchen a little more abundant, and our sofas a softer place to be vulnerable with one another.
Surely we have been so well loved that we can love one another in amazing and gracious ways. Surely we can make a place at our table for gratitude and joy together.
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