There is something reassuring about standing for something, and knowing what we stand for.
For men and women who are true to themselves and to the virtues and standards they have
personally adopted, it is not difficult to be true to others.
{ Gordon B. Hinckley, standing for something }



Haven


I am in love with the view out my front door.  The storm door makes it possible to keep the front door open most of the time and allow for this lovely view throughout the day.  Especially in the late afternoon/early evening, the sunlight trickles through the trees in my front yard, making the prettiest patterns throughout the main floor.  The movement of the leaves and the warmth of the sunlight add their own unique design element in my home.  It makes my home even more peaceful.  That serenity of the sunlight coming through the front windows of this home contributed to a sacred moment when I had confirmed to me that this was the home we were to buy.  Even in moments when I have questioned the decision, the peace I feel when the sunlight shines through my front door and windows takes me back to that revelatory moment.  I don't always understand the Lord's workings.  To be very honest, I don't know why we're in Lehi, and sometimes I don't even know why we're in Utah for that matter.  But I do know that in quiet moments, the spirit speaks peace to my heart, and I have learned not to question the Lord's answers.

My patriarchal blessing talks about my home and the temple being my havens.  I think "haven" perfectly describes how I feel about this new home and really all of our homes since we've been married.  It is a place of shelter, refuge, comfort, and peace.  Last week while spending another short stint in the hospital with Zachary, I realized that I often take for granted plain old boring days at home.  It took the somber reminder of being locked up in a hospital room with my baby to realize how much I longed to be home, eating PB&J, with Jake and the Neverland Pirates in the background and toys scattered about the family room.  On more than one occasion, as I have carried Zach into our home after a long day of errands or outings, I have literally felt his body relax when we walk through the door.  I think my spirit does the same thing.  I love being home.  I love the peace I feel in my home (most days ... we are real people with crazy, busy boys, after all!).  I love quiet moments in late afternoons when I feel warmth and reassurance and peace.

1 comment:

Laura said...

Gorgeous. I wonder if you're close to my Lehi friend, Kristen Smeltzer. You two have a lot in common. She's a runner, awesome mama, in a book club.... I could go on and on :-)