In My Father’s House
Last week our family moved 500 km south. There still are too many boxes around, misplaced items and the unpacking process is far from finished. But it feels good to be here. Our Heavenly Father has guided us here: into this house that my father has built. I can feel the loving hands that have built this house. I can feel the loving people who have inhabited this before us. It feels good to be in my father’s house. This…
