This blog is to share my thoughts on Home as a Holy Place. Twenty-five years of marriage and children have brought many adventures that teach me daily home can be sacred ground. Wherever we seek Christ and whenever He reaches into our lives the holiness begins.

Through My Son's Eyes



I was fascinated by the comments my son made as he arrived home from a full time mission to Madagascar.  He saw his previous surroundings in a new light and so did we. 

"Look at all the big buildings!"

"The cars are fast, the roads are wide and no potholes!"

"A stoplight!  They tried to put one in Madagascar, but it confused everyone, so they took it out."

"Our frig is stuffed!  That has as much cold space as a restaurant in Madagascar."

"Carpet!"

"You have to be so careful when you eat rice, there are rocks in it."

  "Cheese is amazing!  In Madagascar it tastes like wet socks."

"Lettuce!  I haven't had a salad in 22 months.

"Running water!"

"Is it totally OK for me to dish up ice cream?"

"I think I'll take a nap on the grass."

"What if they all came here?  I don't think they would be happy."

Now that was revealing!   Does our abundance bring happiness?  Or confusion like the stoplight?   Recently a friend said, "The many choices can be confusing, so when I get up, I choose Christ.  Every morning He comes first, and I try to make the day align with that choice."  I love that.  Whether I'm in a grass hut, an adobe dwelling, a stucco house or brick mansion. I can choose Christ.  Every day.  Thank you for letting us see through your eyes, Jacob.