A gentle whisper from the LORD...

"Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper." 1 Kings 19:11-12

Friday, January 9, 2015


Finally, it happened! 
After 4 years in our house, I had that magical moment. 
Maybe it was the jazzy music or the smell of turkey
roasting in the oven. 
(Don't be too impressed...
my husband would call my music cheesy and
the turkey...well, we'll see how it turns out!)
  Perhaps it's the nostalgic photos on the walls next to the little artists' masterpieces...
Or maybe it's the cozy I attempt to create in our home with candles and want-to-be-real berries...those decorations I try so hard to mimic from Pinterest yet somehow, it's never quite right...

I don't know. 
Maybe my dramatic heart embraced the mess of children
and things began to stir in my heart...

Whatever it was...it happened! 
I felt...HOME. 
Life is a funny thing.  You see, I celebrated the moment of "home" and suddenly, reality slapped me in the face...we're moving in a few months!
Wait, what?  Seriously?
I finally felt it, HOME, after 4 years!  And we're about to leave? 
That's just not fair if you ask me. 
Yet, when is life ever really fair...at the fairgrounds!! 
(As my dad always says.)
I love to read of Moses of the Old Testament.  He NEVER settled.  In his 120 years on this earth, there was never a land in which he stayed or nested or cozied up for his retirement.  In his last moments, he stood on Mount Nebo and saw with his eyes his meant to be home...the Promised Land.  And that was that.
Yet what astonishes me is what he says in his prayer in Psalm 90:
"Lord, through all the generations you have been our home."
Psalm 90:1
Enough said.