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Well bloggers, the house is clean and we await the arrival of my parents. With country music in the background and Author tapping away at her latest book, Scientist doing the dishes, and me sitting here blogging, we are all at ease and enjoying some down time before the everything goings bonkers. I really should work on my sketches but I am just going to enjoy a little relax time.
I have to admit, I'm pretty nervous about my parents coming. I hope they see what I see when I look at our little home. Yes, we live in an apartment, yes, we have a section of the living room screened off for Author, and yes, not everything is in perfect order, but when I see our home, I see a place of safety. I see a place where those who need a place to crash can stay, a home that's warm, and to be honest it looks like it just stepped out of a magazine. Covered in Pier 1, World Market, vintage picked up here and there, and of course a touch of each of us, it's warm without being overwhelming. It's home. The question then is, do they see what I see? If they don't, how do you deal with that?
I think it boils down to do you like what you see? Is it home for you and those around you? If so, then don't let what they think get to you. I know, I know, easier said than done. I never said it's easy, but it can be done. No one can make you feel inferior unless you let them. So how do you put that into action? That my friend is up to you. I try to remember that Abba made me who I am for a reason, and that He will continue to make me into what He made me to be. Abba loves each and every one of us no matter who we are, or what other people think of us. Try that. Always remember that no matter what you are going through, and no matter where you are in life, you have a Heavenly Father who loves you. Whether you acknowledge Him or not, He loves you.
May Abba bless you and yours each and every day.
I have to admit, I'm pretty nervous about my parents coming. I hope they see what I see when I look at our little home. Yes, we live in an apartment, yes, we have a section of the living room screened off for Author, and yes, not everything is in perfect order, but when I see our home, I see a place of safety. I see a place where those who need a place to crash can stay, a home that's warm, and to be honest it looks like it just stepped out of a magazine. Covered in Pier 1, World Market, vintage picked up here and there, and of course a touch of each of us, it's warm without being overwhelming. It's home. The question then is, do they see what I see? If they don't, how do you deal with that?
I think it boils down to do you like what you see? Is it home for you and those around you? If so, then don't let what they think get to you. I know, I know, easier said than done. I never said it's easy, but it can be done. No one can make you feel inferior unless you let them. So how do you put that into action? That my friend is up to you. I try to remember that Abba made me who I am for a reason, and that He will continue to make me into what He made me to be. Abba loves each and every one of us no matter who we are, or what other people think of us. Try that. Always remember that no matter what you are going through, and no matter where you are in life, you have a Heavenly Father who loves you. Whether you acknowledge Him or not, He loves you.
May Abba bless you and yours each and every day.
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