Don't get me wrong I must have my own sanctuary of space. As long as I have that then I'm good to go.
So bring on the people. Just last week we fit 12 people around our dining room table. I breathed a sigh of joy as I sat down to dinner with these people.
Memories are being made.
For a time we have a family of four staying with us. It is good.
Our household is now made up of more children then adults.
And so we have lost a dining room and invented a play room.
The goal is to reign in a bit of the chaos, protect running feet from a fire place, and give all a sanctuary by making bedrooms off limits.
My laundry room has become a place for the Momma's to have heart talks while keeping our hands busy. Each guest brings a bit of change, but love is being shown and hearts are being healed.
*Written a few weeks ago but never published. The family of four have moved back to there own place.