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Not much has been going on around here. We have just been spending time at home, together. Home, not many places better.

Again, me with the definitions.
Home a. An environment offering security and happiness.

In general our home offers this.

A secure place to share yourself, ugly parts and all. To hold hands when we are scared and be sad when our hearts are broken. A place for me to bawl my eyes out while watching an emotional movie (have you seen October Baby?). A place where we can stay in our PJs all day if we so desire. To share secrets with a best friend on our big, comfy couch. A private dance hall for Gray and I to dance every afternoon in our living room.

A happy place to share exciting news and the goings on of our day. To celebrate Grays tiny victories, like counting to three or praise for finishing his dinner. To discus our dreams and hopes for the future. A place to share with family, have I mentioned that we have an amazing family? We are so blessed to have a whole bunch of family that love us like mad.

Our home already has so many memories and I do feel secure and happy here. But I realize that the security and happiness I feel is so much bigger than the structure of our home. That comes from whom I am blessed to share my home with, who I am blessed to have visit our home. The type of atmosphere we allow and encourage in our home.

I look at our home as a shell that we fill up. We furnish and decorate, we may tear down walls and repaint. We fill it with laughter and tears, with goals and accomplishments. We decide who we want to share our home with.

We are just like that shell. As human beings we have the unique opportunity to fill this shell. To decide what we put inside, to make an environment that offers security and happiness.

What are you going to fill up with?

There are millions in this world who are craving
The pleasures earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.

Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more–
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

Fill Up My Cup Lord – Wanda Jackson