My home is the sanctuary of my family. Although the man-child seems to be on a life mission to avoid being here, he finds comfort and rest here. I protect the peace in our house as I protect the lives of my babies.
Sure, I enjoy filling our space with beautiful, warm colors and pretty things. It is all part of the aesthetic. However, the energy that surrounds us when we step foot on the property must remain loving and welcoming. And it matters not if our guests feel the same love when they are here. But it is evident, or so I am told, to them when they arrive. I protect the peace in our house as I protect the lives of my babies.
Peace is easy to come by, but difficult to maintain. That is, if we allow the wrong type of energy to enter our lives. Daily, I retreat to my home. Away from the world of anxiety and restlessness. In the evening silence I sit in my room expressing gratitude to our Creator for this space that we call “HOME”. It serves as protection for me and my babies.