The House

Imagine this,

A house, a kind of shabby, nothing special house. A house filled with people and filled with love. It's not in the best neighborhood, it's not everything every little girl imagines her future home to be. It's ugly, yet beautiful and filled with life. She shares her house with a passionate and compassionate husband; who knows what it is to love like Jesus. She shares her house with friends, neighbors, and strangers. With career people and addicts alike. Its always too loud, their is never enough privacy, their is never a moments rest, yet their is a peace and an exhilarating feeling of love and purpose. People are everywhere, its never clean or presentable. It's falling apart and whenever people walk by they stare looking seriously displeased. People don't get it, people don't get her,  they tell her to get she's crazy, they tell her to get on with her life. She is frustrated, she is tired. Sometimes she just wants to run far from the house, far from the madness but the feeling never lasts. She gets to end her night with conversations and sharing. She kneels to the ground and cries because she got to see Jesus in the eyes of her friends again today, and she is in awe of her maker once again. She praises Him for giving her this beautiful way of life. She praises Him for the house, and thanks Him for visiting in once again tonight.