last night, dear friends joined us in the dark of our home-to-be, flashlights and cell phones lighting the way as we celebrated its progress and prepared for the what, the who, the why that its walls will someday hold. music played and voices laughed and each took a pen to write love and purpose and meaning and yes, Jesus into the beams that will surround our family for years to come.
i think of our kitchen that will speak hunger fulfilled, our dining room that will tell of truth and conversation and hearts encouraged, our bedrooms that will proclaim safety, belonging, home. i’m stirred as i see the words “adoption,” “security,” “children of God” scripted throughout the room across from the one jared and i will share, dreaming of the babies that may someday fill it, perhaps some with our DNA and some without it. this house holds promise and hope within its walls in all the ways symbolic and now all the ways literal. i’m awestruck, as i often seem to be, at what grace He must have to allow us lives of such feeling and fullness, impact and intimacy. isn’t He good?
this house is the outward symbol of inward dreams that jared and i cultivate day in, day out, breath in, breath out. believers discipled and children loved and souls equipped and the forgotten nurtured. babies nourished and victims restored and spirits empowered. bible studies in the living room and stockings above the fireplace and pallet gardens in the side yard. whatever He has for us, be it all, none, some of the above, we trust and we thank and we cannot wait to see. it is grace to know that He will fulfill, even when we are unsure what the fulfillment is or brings or does. He who promised is faithful.
whatever else abides within these walls, may His Spirit flourish within them, may His peace be spoken inside them. may this home hold goodness, kindness, mercy, joy and love for all who enter. may the sacred and common collide inside as they do in the deepest human moments, and may His name be glorified above all other names.