Beautiful

We had church on our back porch this morning. It was beautiful. Beautiful because of the weather, beautiful because of the Word, beautiful because of the people and the discussion we had.
There is something about being in the midst of something difficult that makes you appreciate life, people, God, everything in a new light. Not that I didn't appreciate these things before, but now the appreciation is deeper, comes quicker and is more tangible.
My life as I knew it, or at least hoped it, had changed. It's hard. I had a plan. I had a picture in my mind of what my future would look like. I had it figured out, at least in dream form. In a moment all the plans and dreams I had were gone, like a rug being pulled out from underneath me. There I am, lying on the floor and the only place to look is up. So I do, and there's Jesus, with an outstretched hand helping me up and then embracing me. Beautiful. He has dreams and plans for me...always has, always will. Beautiful.
I have no idea what the future holds. I don't have a plan anymore. Is it scary?, a little. Is it beautiful?, definitely.

Home

"Home is not a place, it is not the four walls that confine us. You hold it in each other. The Lord is creating a home in the space between you. He is placing a kitchen there, with a pantry full of spiced tea and long grain rice. He has a study with all your favorite authors. He has a family room with a woven rug and the warmth of the fire. Be empowered by this home that you and the Lord are creating."- a friend of a friend

Come Lord Jesus, build this house with me. AMEN