So we're told, "He knows why he's here."
We do too.
And yet, we wish He were here.
Home. A safe place where love is lavished on all who reside.
Home. A secure place where each member knows about Our Great God.
Home. Two parents who strive to live each day loving each other and the Lord.
Home. Home. Home.
I often wonder when he will be able to say, "I'm glad I'm home. This is my home. I'm thankful for my home."
I wish I could read his mind and make him believe. But I can't!
So I keep on knocking. My knuckles hurt. So I put on my boxing gloves and fight as I knock.
Fight against self and my wants.
Fight with the Word against the powers of the world and darkness.
Fight for our Son, which he will be forever.