After 10 hours of driving, my husband and I walked into his parents’ house. I love coming to their spacious home. It is a place of beauty and respite for me. My mother-in-law has both the means and the talent for creating spaces worthy of a photographer’s lens. Over the years, I have come to accept that her taste and style far outweigh mine. So I should have been prepared to find, as soon as we entered, that the back wall wasn’t where it used to. Added on to the rear of the house was a large, bright sunroom.
On my most recent trip I visited a country where there are temples everywhere, elaborate, gilded temples where one expects to meet with God. But he isn't there. From Acts 17:24 we know that the Lord of heaven and earth does not live in temples built by human hands. The Apostle Paul tells us in Ephesians 3:16-17 … Continue reading More and More At Home
That's me in the center with my mom, dad and younger sister in our "Robinson Crusoe" home in Kaisenik, PNG. Over the course of my 51 years, I have lived in many different homes and slept on countless guest beds and couches. In Papua New Guinea, we had a village home, and our mission base … Continue reading God is My Home
This is the first home that I have legally owned. And this is the longest that I have lived in one location in my adult life. And I am so grateful for the eight years I have lived in it. Now the For Sale sign is going out in the yard. And I am having … Continue reading Sacrifice