Most times, our home is very quiet as only Curt and I are living here.
There are times when we put all the leaves into the table, the kitchen countertops are loaded down with food, and I can feel the filling up of my heart and soul.
These are moments our ABBA is filling me up with the love from my "soul family".
These are the times we are being fed the food of love. of joy. and of wisdom.
This home. It is His.
It is the little moments that are really the grand events in life.
It is the many ways He feeds me. His Word each day I take of it and chew on it throughout my days. Constantly my eyes fall upon persons or things and His Word is brought into my thoughts. He feeds me. Through the love and honor from those He surrounds me with.
The everlasting food of His Love through the many members of His family.
Thank you my ABBA. For knowing. for providing.