Dear Mrs. A! I enjoyed your nocturnal tour. My husband and I like to invite friends over for meals and enjoy the evening together. I look sadly around and notice the lack of similitude to the latest glossy style of decorating.
Year ago, the old mamas said, “your home is as big as your heart!” And I suspicion (and comfort myself) that your home is as beautiful as your heart as well. And I know Who to ask to make my heart more beautiful!
I loved the mental picture of your parents-in-law praying for their adult children. My parents are 83&91. One morning I stopped to get my dad for a dr. appt a little early, and they were still having “devotions” or morning worship. So I listened to his prayer. It was so encouraging to listen to the heartfelt prayer requests for people I had forgotten to pray for.
I love that—“Your home is as big as your heart.” I haven’t yet gotten back to my pre-Covid level of having people over for a meal, but it’s definitely on my mind to do that.
What a precious, sacred moment you got to witness. I had a great-aunt who was bedridden, and she prayed every day for her entire family—her siblings, their spouses, their children, their grandchildren…and I believe in my heart that those prayers are still stationed in heaven, still active, still being answered…all in God’s good timing.
It is so important we pick up that mantle of prayer.
A nap is definitely a good thing. I seem to wake up around 3:00 every morning & am up for the remainder of the day. Even calling it day seems so strange because it is still black as pitch outside. Oh well this morning I slept in til 3:25- Woopee!!
P.S. Maybe after lunch. Mr. A is pressure washing a gas truck before he letters it, so it’ll be a little while before it’s quiet enough for a nap around here. 🤣
I haven’t yet seen scripture to support that, but can’t imagine why a person’s prayers would die when they die a physical death. Their spirit never stops living. I’m not stating this as a dogmatic truth, just thinking about it in common sense terms. Anyway, I hope it’s the truth, because I sure want my grandchildren and all who come after them to be under an umbrella of prayer!
Dear Mrs. A! I enjoyed your nocturnal tour. My husband and I like to invite friends over for meals and enjoy the evening together. I look sadly around and notice the lack of similitude to the latest glossy style of decorating.
Year ago, the old mamas said, “your home is as big as your heart!” And I suspicion (and comfort myself) that your home is as beautiful as your heart as well. And I know Who to ask to make my heart more beautiful!
I loved the mental picture of your parents-in-law praying for their adult children. My parents are 83&91. One morning I stopped to get my dad for a dr. appt a little early, and they were still having “devotions” or morning worship. So I listened to his prayer. It was so encouraging to listen to the heartfelt prayer requests for people I had forgotten to pray for.
Have a good day. A nap, maybe?
I love that—“Your home is as big as your heart.” I haven’t yet gotten back to my pre-Covid level of having people over for a meal, but it’s definitely on my mind to do that.
What a precious, sacred moment you got to witness. I had a great-aunt who was bedridden, and she prayed every day for her entire family—her siblings, their spouses, their children, their grandchildren…and I believe in my heart that those prayers are still stationed in heaven, still active, still being answered…all in God’s good timing.
It is so important we pick up that mantle of prayer.
A nap is definitely a good thing. I seem to wake up around 3:00 every morning & am up for the remainder of the day. Even calling it day seems so strange because it is still black as pitch outside. Oh well this morning I slept in til 3:25- Woopee!!
P.S. Maybe after lunch. Mr. A is pressure washing a gas truck before he letters it, so it’ll be a little while before it’s quiet enough for a nap around here. 🤣
Yes, I agree. I like to think that what we give to God becomes eternal. Is that biblical?
I haven’t yet seen scripture to support that, but can’t imagine why a person’s prayers would die when they die a physical death. Their spirit never stops living. I’m not stating this as a dogmatic truth, just thinking about it in common sense terms. Anyway, I hope it’s the truth, because I sure want my grandchildren and all who come after them to be under an umbrella of prayer!