Thankful for my home, a place where the ones I love the most live, play and eat (sometimes they sleep).
When we moved here, right after 9/11 in 2001, I remember telling God this is another tool in my toolbox to do his work. I remember feeling almost guilty, so many had lost so much at that time and here I was with a 2 year old baby girl, a husband and a new home. For whatever reason He chose this for me, just like that awful event in America’s history, to become a part of his great story.
My new house was to be a place to be about his business, recognizing that this might be the only “church” some people might ever see. Thank you God, for giving me a culturally-relevant place to do your kingdom work.