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 up

the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials.

Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler,

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.

Author Unknown

Maker of the Home

Little maker of the home,

What do you really do?

When all is said and done,

what will be said of you?

You rise each day and like the sun

you give your life away,

and tired, you’ve run the course again.

You need to hear Him say:

"Well done,

Oh, maker of the home,

Well done!

You labor not alone.

And though your eyes many never see,

This home you live to make,

you make for Me.

"Your life a shadow seems,

compared to what others do,

but who would catch the tears,

and point to Me, if not for you?

And when they’ve grown,

imprinted on their hearts will always be,

how good, how right, to give their lives,

and build a home for Me"

 Beverly Bradley © 1992

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