From the beginning, the vision Clay and I had for our home was to reflect the reality of the living God — to embody His sparkle, pleasure, artistry, fun, and intimacy. God’s truth was to be taught, cherished, obeyed daily within the boundaries of our home. His love was to be the oxygen that each one of us breathed.

I began to understand that a servant’s heart would be required to adequately meet the needs of those who stepped through our doors — whether those needs involved friendship, a place to rest, forgiveness and grace, guidance and instruction, a safe haven from the stresses of the world, or just a place to retreat from the mundane or the burdens of life.

My home has been decades in the making. It did not come together all at once. It all began with the decision to begin — to envision, plan, and build. But it didn’t end there. Having a home that tells a great story happens over time as we mature, refine, create, and love.

Read more about this in The Lifegiving Home.