I have a place, a place i call home. A home where fathers are shepherds to fathers, mothers play similar roles, a home with the luxury and company of siblings, they are almost countless, but if you are a detail oriented person, good luck trying.
I have a place, a place i call home. A place to rest my head, a place i find peace. Here, it's like a garden, where the songs from the choir is like the bird's that make this garden harmonious, the words from the gardener nurtures the shrubs to maturity, and the loves from all beautifies effortlessly. This place is mine.
''God expresses His love through family. You see God in people. In the multitude of counsel there is safety. I may want to be an island spiritually, and say ''it's between me and God''. yes, my relationship with God is personal, but in times when you bury the voice of God on burrowed grounds of worry, grounds of despair, when the storm rages in mighty waters crashing. You search for hope in His word, but the overwhelming storm has swallowed every word once stored, tossed around by the surge of strong tides, you cant seem to get a hold of it to comfort...
then, the spirit speaks ''peace be still'' through someone, or you may feel the warmth of heaven's embrace from an infant child, sometimes you see God's hands in Wendy's hands. God sometimes doesn't speak, even when he does you may be beclouded to hear. Here, in this family will you see God, amongst these ones will a finger point you back to Him,with people to bring out the beauty in your tears and like a bridge over troubled waters, they lay down; from someone else's testimony will you find hope and in JD's words will you hear God''I have a place, a place i call home. A home with a family. A clan of people related by a blood divine.
