My kids are sick. My bed is full with their hot little bodies. I fuss over them and pray over them.
I hold one after the other, my lap constantly being used as a place to lay their weary heads on. I don't mind.
I have cancelled all the unimportant things that can wait. I put a big pot of soup on my stove and just plan on holding up here until the Lord intervenes. Wiping noses and tears.The warmth of the sun finally making it's way through my kitchen window. My eyes keep looking at the clock waiting in anticipation the home-coming of my beloved. My home is not home until he's here. Making his home a home while he is away fighting his battles. The menu for the evening being thought out perfectly with him in mind.The smell of fresh dough rising in a bowl for the evening meal always brings a smile to my face.
My little girls helping me out with the dishes and a little cleaning also brings a smile:)
A little candle light and hot muffins help my home feel