I love strolling through the pages of Apartment Therapy. It's like taking a little walk through Anthropologie and Pottery Barn and Crate + Barrel and Ikea. I like to pick the pictures of rooms that would be placed into my dream home. Worn in leather couches, colorful kitchens, large bay windows, glass doorknobs, brick walls, wooden beams, clawfoot tubs, unique light fixtures, beautiful artwork...it gets me everytime and I'm left weak in the knees.
Then I realize. I can live in my dream home now. It's not about the walls or the flooring or the fixtures or the furniture. It's about how I feel when I'm there. It's about the love that is expressed and the conversations that are had and the coffee that is drank and the dinners that are shared and the laughing. Always the laughing.
We have more control over our homes then we realize. We create our own climate. When Danny gets home and I am all grumpy and horrible, it sets the tone for our home. And our night. But when Danny gets home and I hug him tight and we smile and hold hands, it sets quite a different tone.
Living in my dream home means loving Jesus more. It means sharing more with my husband and smiling more and not worrying if the laundry is washed or folded. It means setting aside the fluster of the day and entering into our little refuge together. And that, my friends, is better than any website. It's life in the here and now.
Lord, grant me the vision of a true lover as I look at my husband.
Help me to see him through Your eyes, to read the thoughts he does not put into words,
To bear with his human imperfections, remembering that he bears with mine,
And that You are at work in both of us.
Thank You Lord, for this man:
Your carefully chosen gift to me,
And for the privilege of being heirs together of the grace of life.
Help me to make it as easy and pleasant as I possibly can for him to do Your will.
Help me to help him be all that you have called him to be.
Elisabeth Elliot Newsletter, July/August 1988, Elisabeth Elliot Gren, “ Intercede For Our Husbands”
Help me to see him through Your eyes, to read the thoughts he does not put into words,
To bear with his human imperfections, remembering that he bears with mine,
And that You are at work in both of us.
Thank You Lord, for this man:
Your carefully chosen gift to me,
And for the privilege of being heirs together of the grace of life.
Help me to make it as easy and pleasant as I possibly can for him to do Your will.
Help me to help him be all that you have called him to be.
Elisabeth Elliot Newsletter, July/August 1988, Elisabeth Elliot Gren, “ Intercede For Our Husbands”
Ditto. :)
ReplyDeletehere here! Mitch introduced me to Apartment therapy, & all of its glories, but the home truly is where your heart is---on so many levels :)
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Powerful, though provoking words...to say the least. Wow.
ReplyDeletelove this prayer. thanks for sharing, twin.
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