About a month ago we moved into our new house. Ahh...we are finally settled. After living in five different houses over the past two years, we are finally able to feel comfortable and create some happy memories. Tonight as we chatted before he went to bed, Matt said, "Mom, I don't want anything sad to happen in this house. I want it to be a happy house."
While our home in Marland held many good memories, they seem to be overshaddowed by difficult and sad ones. My children watched their dad slowly lose his ability to communicate, reason and think logically. They saw him lose his ability to read, walk, feed and dress himself. They saw him stuggling to breathe on his last day of life. Their home went from a safe haven to the place where their father died.
Like Matt, I want this new house to be a happy house. One where my children can be free from worry and anxiety. I am praying for wisdom to know how I can create a place where they can regain the feeling of security and happiness.
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