While I have been preparing
for this transition for quite some time, now it is a reality. The house in
which Jeff and I lived for the longest of anywhere in our lives both together
and apart, and where our boys lived the longest, is now becoming the home for
another family. A house becomes a home when a family of one or more persons
make it a place for love.
Our home definitely was a
place of love. Of course, angry words were spoken there. Feelings were hurt. At
the heart of it, though, was love for each other, and love for our Triune God.
On the chimney there was a diamond-shaped pattern in the brick. Jeff painted
the whole chimney in the Frank Lloyd Wright color he loved, Cherokee Red, but
he decided to use a dark green to paint three of the bricks in the diamond
shape. These three bricks formed a triangle. At first all of our plantings were
done in patterns of three. That eventually fell by the wayside as some plants
thrived while others did not. The pattern of three wherever it was found was
intentional in honoring our God who is Three-in-One.
While we now live elsewhere, and another
family will soon live in the house, the heart of our home is always our love
for God and for each other. I pray that the new family will find the resonance
of that love there for them as well.
Psalm 52:8
But I am like a green olive
tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and
ever.
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