Arm in arm, my sweet one and I walked our familiar evening path, sharing hearts and finding solace in our companionship amidst the beauty of one more flurry of pinks and golds as the sun settled in for the night. We knew we were not alone. God walked with us and smiled at us through His clouds and presence in our friendship.
As we turned the corner of our last way home, the moon spoke to us once again of His companionship as we breathed in the comfort of friendship.
Upon returning home, we lingered in the moonlight on our front porch, rocking gently as we talked more of life. Eventually, five of us gathered on the porch in the twilight. Comfort, belonging, peace, security, and stability is what is felt in the walls of our home. We belong to each other. We know a comfort amongst our trials, our joys, our doubts and our anger. .
As I glance through the pathways of our story, there are many trials and obstacles along the way--car wrecks, cancer, deaths, births, illnesses, financial problems, church splits, relationships coming to an end, new ones beginning. Our world is a battlefield against small conflicts, difficult circumstances and big evils that abound. Yet, by His grace, we have come to know that we have a harbor in our storms, and our family's mutual love has wrapped us further in the bonds of rest that comes from being loyal, strong, devoted and present with one another through each day, each year, each conflict.
God designed us to be "home" makers, so our families might have foundations from which to live life.
At my age, in spite of fear that life storms would overwhelm, I have lived to see the fingerprints of God all over our days. His goodness has followed us through all of our seasons. Because He has been our hope in every storm, and we have cherished Him together, we have found that, as David said, "Surely His goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever."
There will always be storms old and new. Yet, one of the joys of my mother heart has been to watch my children walking in faith through unanticipated trials, seeking God's goodness, living together in the harmony of family love. Adults making their own choices to trust God, to learn and grow, to strain towards His righteous ways.
All the devotions, all the cherishing of His word together, all the training is now reflected in their lives. I have watched my boys become strong, constant men, heroes in their generation-- in the eyes of God, as they choose to live faithfully in soul, steadfast in commitments, and integrity of life, seeking to grow, learn, and act in noble ways, even when others in their lives have not chosen the same path.
My girls are straining towards spiritual strength and wisdom and learning to give, to serve, to love well, while cherishing moral excellence, amidst a world that is dark and compromising. The seeds of faith planted have taken root and grown.
The battles rage. Yet, we have lived long enough to understand that there is an invisible power living in our home that keeps us, holds us, and companions us we we walk these roads with Him.
Peace be yours today. The Lord is with us and with you. May He companion you in the midst of your days.