Our home has a name.

March 14th, 2011

“No doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.”

Starting when I was about eight years old (and my imagination was fired up by reading “A Little Princess”), there was a make-believe game I loved to play.  I would become a little homeless girl, living alone on the streets, shivering with cold, hungry and sad, having nobody to care about me.  Then I would lie down on my bed and close my eyes for a while.

When I opened my eyes, I was waking up in this new home for the first time, knowing it was mine now.

I would look with wide eyes at my surroundings, feel the soft, warm bedcovers, walk about in amazed wonder at the books on the shelf, the clothing in the closet, the pretty things in the treasure box on the dresser.

I’d notice a good smell of hot food wafting through the air, and shortly afterward, hear a bell ring and the call come, “Suppertime!”

I’d walk down to the supper table as if in a trance, looking about me at the parents and all the brothers and sisters, thinking, “These are all my family now!  I will never be alone again!”  I thought this family must surely be rich, with all those books and their very own piano!

And listen–now my new father is reading God’s book!  It is telling me that He is in charge, and that He is good and cannot make mistakes!  My heart is overflowing with joy!

I loved this game for the new eyes it gave me, and could keep it up indefinitely.  (My older sister tells me that I was excruciatingly slow at my chores…hmmmm…)

Over the years, the charm of seeing the world through those eyes comes back to me again and again.

Last week, after the excitement died down, I realized that a part of me must have been holding my breath.

It took a few days…

…to exhale, turn my brain down, “be still, and wait His leisure.”

And now, O self, wake up, look around, and see with new eyes…

…these familiar wonders of your life…

“…in cheerful hope, with heart content…”

This man, my husband, loves me more every year.  He loves our children. God could have given me any kind of man.  He gave me a hard-working, responsible man who does all he can to cherish me.  The kind who insists on a weekly date night, and a weekly family night, and who regularly leads us in Bible time.  Who just today squeezed my hand and told me he’s realizing again the privilege of being married to me.  Yes, this kind of man.  Forgive me, O Lord, for ever taking him for granted.

Is it really true that God has allowed ten children to be born from my body?  Ten lives that will exist for eternity.  And His promise that He will continue to give us all we need to bear this responsibility well.

And look, a squishy-soft, sweet-smelling, small pink dumpling-person cuddled up within easy kissing reach.  Aaaaaaah.  I look down at her, and catch a sleep-smile flitting across her face.

Just look at this cozy house on this quiet country road, nestled into its very own wooded hill.   Could this particular spot, in this particular county, possibly be more perfect for raising this particular crop of children?  We really get to put our roots down here?  Wow.

Looking up, I see that we are surrounded by a large crowd.  Oh!  I recognize these beautiful faces!  They are our beloved brothers and sisters in Christ!  Some extending their love from afar.  Some giving the gift of steady friendship from right here in our neighborhood.

This list is hardly a beginning.  If I could change my life in any respect, I would not.

How is it that we have been so blessed?  So POURED OUT UPON?

“…but they shall sit, every man under his own vine and under his fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid, for the mouth of the LORD of hosts has spoken.

For all the peoples walk each in the name of its god, but we will walk in the name of the LORD our God forever and ever.”





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2 Responses to “Our home has a name.”

  1. sabrina says:


  2. Marilyn Osborn says:

    Just caught up on the blog.  So thrilled to hear of all the wonderful things happening.  Love you!

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