By wisdom a House is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures. Proverbs 24:3-4
Well as you guys can see I am a little late on my blog. This week has been insane crazy! I hope the scripture speaks to you like it does me. I have started this 2 times and have had things come up where I would have to stop and then when I would come back to it I would delete the whole blog. Well this is my 3rd time starting it maybe it will be completed.
The House that Built Me is a song by Miranda Lambert that I heard many months ago and wanted to blog on it then, but I guess I didn't have the confidence to say what I wanted. (You know its like one of those times that you feel like you are the only person in the world this probably means anything to.)Well I hope its not one of those times! I want to encourage you to please listen to the song, and you might relate more than you think.
Growing up I was very lucky. I grew up in the same house with my parents who believed and taught the word of God. My dad worked and my mom stayed at home. We ate supper together(like real homemade food) everynight around the table with no phone and no tv. As a teenager I can remember that interrupting my social life but my mom did not care I still had to do it. When I got married that was the first time I had moved. Leaving that house was so hard. I suggested to Jason that when we get back from our honeymoon we should just go there and live but that didn't quit go over so well. I felt comfort and support there and love that was never ending and always encouraging. Now don't get me wrong it was not the perfect little family by no means and I am sure there are many times that were really tough but the good times far out weigh the bad times. Now that I am older and do have a house of my own I remember those times around the table and I know that they are times that by wisdom a House was being built. Since my mom died I have had a constant pull at my old house where I grew up and spent all those years. My dad still is in that house and alot of things have changed about the house but I still have constant memories of my home. I go there and leave with memories everytime. I know now that my mom & dad teaching me the ways of the Lord are the treasures that I have built up in the rooms there filled with love and support and an understanding of the love the Lord has for me.
Since this song has come to me I have posed a very important question. "How is the house being built for my family?" Am I building a house with God's Wisdom, by Gods knowledge am I filling the rooms with beautiful treasures? How about the House that is bulding your family? Is it with wisdom and knowledge of God? I pray this blog helps us to see the Houses that we are building, I pray that we are Thankful for the ones that helped build us and I pray that we build strong firm houses that can withstand any storm.
Amy
2 comments:
What a message Amy! It was worth the wait :-)
Amy... Just got through reading your message. What a question we all should ask...what kind of "house" are we building. Wow! So much of what you said is SO much of how I felt growing up. It made me cry just reading it! When I left my "home" for the last time...knowing I would never go back... I wrote on the inside wall of my closet in my bedroom that I was thankful for the memories I had of this place...and to whoever moves in... this is a place filled with love. I miss being able to go back "home"... but it's all the wondeful memories that happened inside those walls that I will always carry with me. Thanks for sharing with me about your blog... keep it up! Love you! Kim:)
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