Lately I’ve come to appreciate things, people, places and events.
Things that shape me as a woman, as a wife, as a daughter, as a sister. As a future momma. (no announcements on the way)
As I keep reading my daily devotions, this one stuck out to me:
The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands.
The foolish one tears hers down.
Ever since then. I’ve been intentionally minding my actions in regards to my home. And what is a home?
To many it would be a place. But to me, a home is where I’m loved, where I’m safe, where I’m comfortable.
My home is my husband. My parents, my family.
And just like that this lightbulb came on. Am I being a wise woman?
Am I consciously creating a strong, steady foundation to my home? Am I practicing the values and commandments in my home, with my dearest ones?
It’s easy to lose patience sometimes. To snap and to complain. To look over your neighbor’s grass. To compare, to wish. To want to give your house away and get a new, better one. To want an immaculate, ready to move in house.
Take steps, yourself, to improve your home. To make it into your safe haven.
This is my home. My one home that I plan to have forever. And if you, like me, want your home last, be wise about it.
Put a lot of love into it. Take care of your foundation. Lay down brick by brick so it’s strong to stand against the test of time.
Let’s be mindful of our homes. Let us speak and act out of grace, and wisdom, and love. Let us take a minute to appreciate our home, and what makes it a home. And let’s be thankful of that.
A home comes with its challenges. Any home owner/renter knows that. not everything is perfect. We are not perfect ourselves. So before we go around being foolish and unappreciative, let’s take a step back. Choose to be wise. Choose to water your garden and not compare it to your neighbors. Make your home as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside.
My home is my life. My home is my people. And I would be a fool to not care for it.