Praying For House and Home

February 25, 2011 by 4 Comments

We had a good week.
Nothing remarkable happened.
Nothing life changing.
But it was still good.

 
But God brought some new friends into our lives.
And Lilla had a couple of fun play dates.
There were no doctor’s appointments.
And no tedious errands.
 
We spent a lot of time at home this week.
Which is always a blessing.
 
I remember longing.
To be at home.
As a child.
I was too busy then.
 
There was an activity.
After school ever single day.
Sometimes I pretended to be sick.
Just so I could stay home.
 
You don’t know how to verbalize such feelings as a child.
You don’t know to speak up.
Instead, you accept things as they are.
Even though they are not right in your soul.
 
I try to watch for that with Lilla.
She wants to please.
She is obedient.
And sweet natured.
 
She accepts things as they are.
But I don’t want them to be too much for her.
I don’t want to force her into things.
Her needs may be different than my plans.
 
I still enjoy being at home.
Particularly in the mornings.
No rushing out the door.
No dashing off to school.
 
It is just the girls and I together.
And it is calm and peaceful.
It is good Lilla will be home next year.
Bette will need her.
 
She will need her friendship.
And her love.
She will need her to communicate with.
And to learn from.
 

Home.
A place to just be.
A place to play and laugh.
A place to talk and listen.
 
A place to create and imagine.
A place to think and train.
A place to be quiet.
A place to slow down.
 
A place to be together.
A place of sweet kisses.
A place for big hugs.
A place full of love.
 
I pray for my home often.
Because we are flawed people.
We do our best.
But we still make mistakes.
 
I pray that the Lord dwells in our relationships.
And in our home.
That His presence would be real.
And that His spirit would be full.
 
I pray our home is different.
Full of love.
And grace.
Not ours, but His.
 
I pray for peace.
Not perfection.
I pray there is light.
Not dimness or darkness.
 
And I pray He reigns.
In our hearts.
And in our home.
Forevermore.
 
Filed Under: Help For A Mother's Heart, Homemaking, Perspectives, Reflections

Comments

  1. jackmike says:
    February 25, 2011 at 8:10 pm

    A very tranquil, comforting and lovely post. I never knew you wanted to be home when you were young. Bless your heart.

    Reply
  2. Laurie says:
    February 25, 2011 at 8:22 pm

    I love the picture of Lilla and Bette at the easel. It is so much fun to watch them absorb and learn about life from older siblings.

    Reply
  3. Confessions says:
    February 27, 2011 at 2:35 am

    Taylor..I just spent the past hour catching up on your lives. My heart is so heavy. Know that I will pray for Bette's ears, for your heart…that God would give you and your husband grace for each day, for each moment. I don't understand "fearfully and wonderfully made" like I thought I did. Your faith that our God is good ALL THE TIME must be such a sweet aroma to Him. Praying for you-
    Katie

    Reply
  4. and 2 became 5 says:
    February 28, 2011 at 6:16 am

    sweet words.

    Reply

Speak Your Mind

*