Heart of the Home

22 May

God’s Word:  Proverbs 5:15-23

God’s Message to Me:

Be your best at home.  You know those good manners you portray for the public—well your home is the place to practice them best.  I designed the home to be your haven where you give of your best to your spouse and family.  When you give them the left-over crumbs of life you will one day end up alone and lonely.  As you sow, so shall you reap!

Cherish your closest relationships.  That which you cherish you treat with consideration and value.  Marriages fall apart from failure to continue to cherish.  Cherish is a verb—meaning showing of action.  Cherish means to keep or cultivate with care and affection : nurture.  Homes fall apart when the members fail to cultivate their relationship.  As you sow, so shall you reap!

Enjoy the fruits of your labor.  Nurture and enjoy the fruits.  Never stop the nurturing relationships within the family.  Use My wisdom to give of your best to your family and continually cultivate a loving home.  It doesn’t happen without this cultivation.  As the field that is not well cultivated does not produce a crop—so to the family that is not cultivated with love and care will run rampant with weeds.  As you sow, so shall you reap!

God’s Question to Me:  What kind of fruit is being harvested as a result of the cultivating you are doing at home?

God’s Promise to Me:  Many are the rewards of the disciplined life that cherishes those closest to them.

My Song To God:       I Would Be True   by Howard A Walter 1906

I would be true, for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.

I would be friend of all—the foe, the friendless;
I would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up, and laugh, and love, and lift.

I would be faithful through each passing moment;
I would be constantly in touch with God;
I would be strong to follow where He leads me;
I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod.

Who is so low that I am not his brother?
Who is so high that I’ve no path to him?
Who is so poor I may not feel his hunger?
Who is so rich I may not pity him?

Who is so hurt I may not know his heartache?
Who sings for joy my heart may never share?
Who in God’s heav’n has passed beyond my vision?
Who to hell’s depths where I may never fare?

May none, then, call on me for understanding,
May none, then, turn to me for help in pain,
And drain alone his bitter cup of sorrow,
Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain.

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