My Home.

We live in a little house that was new when we purchased it.  We call it more than a house, it is our home.  They say a carpenter builds a house, but love builds a home.

We have made a choice to love and cherish each other, 'til death do us part.  Love for a home and each other went into every flower planted and even the place for each ornament that is in our yard.  Like most people, efforts big and small, are made to make your place unique to who you are. 

Our home is a place where the children can play and act silly (and their kids can to).  We also love merely  to sit inside and read or watch some television.  Mornings are spent at the table looking out at the little island of flowers or twelve inches of snow depending on what season it is.

We have had our occasional sharp words, birth, sickness and death.  Storms will come to beat against your house, as well as your home.

That's why it's a good idea early on; as a young adult or a remarrying senior adult , to develop good ethics and values, deciding long before a spouse is met, that God will be honored in your home.

"Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young-
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
They will still be praising You." -Psalm 83:3,4.