I sat upon your couch....

I sat upon your couch today...and tried to take a minute to gather the last of my memories. I sorted through the ones remaining, making sure the ugly ones were long gone, and I was only leaving behind the laughter, and love...and peace. Your couch is sitting next to the wall opposite of the wall my prayer chair sat beside. For most of 15 years, God has faithfully waited for me there each morning. I haven't always been faithful to meet Him...I pray He will wake you gently, yet persistantly as He did me. Start your day with Him. The sun will shine brightly into the room each new day. I hope this will be a welcome thing for you. I know a house is wood and brick and paint...and they are meant to be temporary....but while you are in this house, I pray it will be a home to you. That you will fill it with memories of joy...It is a house that likes exuberance, and friendship...lots of fellowship and sharing. It can handle banging and clanging as your children call from one end to the other. It loves the sound of tiny ones shrieking...so occasionally borrow some, and let them fill the space. The stairs like to be ran up and down, much too loudly and at the chagrin of the adults...Only one batch of cookies in the oven will make everyone appear, yet no one can smell piles of dirty laundry but you. It is a home that is designed to handle a strong woman, which is why you are a perfect match. However, when you need to crumble to your knees...it has been bathed in years of prayer, and the very foundations know how to support you as you fall. Retreat, and regroup, until you are ready to stand again. With that said, the neighbors have been trained from day one that a knock on the door doesn't always get an answer...and an answer often includes a lady in pajama pants.....you're welcome...While the house knows and understands love, it is a limited love...it knows a mother's love. A child's love. It certainly recognizes the Heavenly Father's love. It knows the love of extended family, and friends...but let me just warn you...romantic love...It gets very confused...It's powers of discerning are weak. So I encourage caution. Use your own resources there, because the threshold at the front door has been known to not do its proper job. What can I say, no house is perfect. Today I leave you the keys, and my blessings...as I sat upon your couch....