The way that He cared for his girls was obvious, and one did not have to look hard to see it. Every detail of their newly built home was done with care and intention. As she fed the baby he gave me a tour of their beautifully built home, a home that they plan to spend their lives in, and build a lifetime of memories. And their fresh, sweet babe was brought into this kind of intention and love. A huge yard to run and play in, a deck for them to watch over their kids on and stargaze, a music room to pass down their gifts and passions. But most of all, a home filled with love.
It was obvious that this home was built on a love that lasts. Jesus, as their cornerstone, hope and expectancy as their sail. A joyful anticipation of all the beauty that would be shared within their home, within their love.
And even in the difficult moments, they carried on with such joy and lightness of heart. They told me that their beautiful baby girl was either sleeping, eating or screaming, and I did find this to be true, but in the midst of it all, they were thankful and joyful. Together they would figure it out and pour out their love until peace takes over her sweet little heart. There was a “togetherness”, as they cared for her. It was not a job they left for one or the other, but in oneness they cared for her and gave themselves up for her.
I love coming into homes like these, where there is such confidence of God’s goodness, and a deep assurance that love will always be found there.