First, I must apologize to you all because for some reason, I have not been getting your comments here in my email, so had no idea there were any at all on my last post and some needing approval on my last two posts. And, one was from Tom, whom I have now “approved,” so you’ll have to read his comment on my last post before this one. There are also a couple on the one before (about Tom’s cooking up trouble) including from my stepdaughter, Kristine, who was offering empathy for my plight. I’m going to have to get my blog gurus to straighten out that problem, hopefully.
Today, I want to be serious about something important that’s been on my mind and in my heart.
This past Sunday, our minister had an exceptionally good sermon from Proverbs about being wise about our families. He stressed that we should lead Christ centered lives within our families and that doing so is THE most important thing we can do for our children. If we fail in that, we have really failed in all, and I truly believe that.
In discussing how we should structure our family’s lives, he used an analogy I had never heard used before, and deemed it excellent. He spoke of our country having U.S. Embassies all around the world on foreign soil. Yet, when you walk into any one of them, you are considered to be on American soil and under the dictates of America’s laws and structure.
Likewise, we should each consider our own homes to be a Heaven’s Embassy, where a taste and touch of Heaven is found, rather than a war zone. This resonated with me.
I have never delved much into my distant past here in this blog, nor am I going to do so today. However, I will share this with you. For years, I felt as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders always. Even when I was in our house. Often, it was a war zone. In fact, I will never forget the overriding feeling I had the afternoon after my younger son, Mark, and I moved out of the house we had lived in for more than 14 years and into a tiny apartment in the same town.
More than anything else, when we came in the apartment amidst boxes and piles of things and I shut the door and locked it, I felt relief and a quiet calm that Mark and I were safe. It was peaceful. The entire world was outside!! We were inside and this was truly our home!! It was a place of rest and relaxation and love and spiritual solace. It was a bit of Heaven.
I’ve felt that way ever since. That was 34 years ago in January and my home – our home – has always been a God inspired respite from the world since. I have not allowed satan (I refuse to capitalize his name or pay him any honor) to come in to cause division or turmoil or strife between any of my family members, and certainly not to reside.
I’m not saying we haven’t had troubles and trials and even tribulations. What I’m saying is that when we close the doors to our home, the world is left out. God is with us through all and in all and leads us in all things. He is our protector and shield. We war not with each other or ourselves.
Think about this today. About making your OWN home an embassy of Heaven.
What say ye?
God bless each of you today! Cheers! And have a great weekend! Dee
Good thoughts. Our home has been our respite from the world for 35+ years. It would be nice if our churches could realize we are basically on the same side and put aside the fussing and fighting to present a united force against satan.