CULTIVATING A DEEPLY ROOTED HOME
THE WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL, BUT IT CAN BE LOUD AND DISTRACTING. IN THE DAY-TO-DAY HECTIC PACE AND NOISE, WE CAN LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT WE ARE HERE FOR—
STEP AWAY WITH ME FOR A MOMENT?
I want us to create sanctuary homes,
grow families with deep generational roots,
and raise kids whose confidence and worth comes from christ.
LET’S CULTIVATE A PLACE WE CAN ALL EXHALE, FIND JOY, AND KNOW GOD’S GOT US.
home is belonging
When we have a place to go and be loved unconditionally, we don’t fear missing out or fitting in. Home is our deepest laugh, the one where we let out that snort that surprises us. Home is the freedom to be our true selves.
May our home be a sanctuary, a safe place to exhale.
May we fight for instead of against one another.
May we live right side up in an upside down world.
May we laugh, protect, celebrate, respect, and love together,
and when life gets hard as it does,
may we always know home is our place to belong.
home is grounded in truth and WATERED with GRACE
Home tethers us to truth. We are children of God. We live from this place of love. We cannot earn it, and nothing we do can change it. Truth is always rooted in love and covered by grace.
We learn who we are, take risks, fail freely, and sprout our wings at home. We rise and become more resilient with the security and firm foundation of home.
we grow where we’re loved – bob goff
home is our first mission field
It is a wonderful thing to use our gifts out in the world. And still, we won’t be believable outside of our homes unless we first live out our calling within our homes.
When we start at home, we strengthen the foundation for generations to come.
if you want to bring happiness to the whole world, go home and love your family – mother teresa
Build an Unshakeable Foundation
tHE rain came down,the streams rose,
the winds blewand beat against that house;
yet it did not fall,
because it had its foundation on the rock.
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One look at these sweet faces and I could tell you how I fail them daily, the tears I have cried, the patience I have lost, the worries I have spent, and the fear I have for their future. I would tell you how the older they get, the more influence others have over their lives and self-worth—
and while true, that would only be part of our story, one that we refuse to let anyone or anything else write for us.
If I were telling the whole story, and not the one just focused on our regrets or failures, the one with grace covering it all, I would tell you of the sacrifices made for their stability, the prayers whispered with the rise of the sun, and the confidence in our God who loves them beyond measure.
And I would tell you that the depth of their roots matter. The truth they are grounded in, where they place their confidence, and what they believe about themselves all need to be filtered through the heart of Jesus.