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There was but a three
day warning that our fifth was to be expected.
The very week my
husband started the new working routine of being away
Far North
Week gone - Weekend
home
Repeat!
A whirlwind of change
But God always calms
the wild
Graces me with pockets
of peace
Preciously rare
moments that hem the horizons of hectic days
Dawn and Dusk
Hours of Heaven
~
Even
the sparrow finds a home,
The swallow builds her nest and raises her
young at a place
Near
your altar
Oh
Lord of heaven, my King and my God.
What
joy for those who can live in your house
always
singing your praises.
Psalm
84
~
My home has a new hum
Patters of feet, a
candid of conversations, lullabies,
Whir of laundry,
bruised exclamations, heralds of happy, trails of tears.
Exhaustion is real,
so is the heap of never conquered laundry, streaks of smudged finger prints and
an endless scattering of toys with children who never remember to clean them up!
At any given time a
child needs my attention.
Yet my home is the
host of
Holy
In the spirit of each
of my blessings!
I pray the wisdom of
a sparrow
That I may spread my
wings safely over my young
The promise is that
Joy
and
Singing
Will fill my
Home
Knowing the assurance
that there is nothing more beautiful
Then a life rooted upon an
Alter of service.
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