It’s more than a location. It’s more than a storage unit.

I want this to be the place that he longs to return to.

The place where he can enjoy the delights of fairy tales with his little girls, dress-up play and wild hair after wrestling tickle-fights.

The place that he thinks about when he’s gone to work.

The place he desires to be the spiritual leader and can’t wait for the next mid-van ride theology lesson or late-night conversation.

 

I want this to be the place they long to return to.

The place where giggling, squealing and frolicking live.

The place they think about when they’re cleaning up at a friend’s house.

The place they find that “one spot” on the couch to curl up for adventure readings, and that “special place” where the nursing ticks are acceptable while they fall asleep.

The place where they desire to be the ballet dancers, concert soloists and award-winning princesses.

 

I want that for them.

 

And even more I want this to be a place of growing and walking together in the Lord, feeling out the hard trials and facing the struggles of being Light in darkness together. The place where humility finds us on our knees at the altar and passion pushes us out in boldness to the lost and dying world. The place, the hub where compassion is flooding through our missions readings, world vision sponsorship letters and prayer board. The very place where Kingdom work take higher presidency than self-fulfillment.

 

I want this space to be home.

Not just any home, but God’s home.

 

So you’ll find me here on my knees, begging the Lord of Life to be more and help me be less.

 

please come join me…

 

 

– love them so.