Love in the home
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its
place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative
achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness -- not
godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles
at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window. Love wipes away the tears
before it wipes away the spilled milk. Love picks up the child before it picks
up the toys. Love is present through the trial. Love reprimands, reproves, and
is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs
with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into
adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's
heart.
Before I became a mother, I took glory in my house of
perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is
much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
(Anonymous)
