“He who dwells in the shelter of the most high…”
We close on the Stone House Lane house today.
Yesterday morning, I woke as usual at four am, walked outside, coffee in one hand little Bella in the other. The stairs taking me into the back yard creaked. Reba-the-cat appeared out of nowhere purring and rubbing against my legs. Sitting on the cool stone steps I looked up at a crescent moon spilling milky light onto us…me and the pups and Reba-the-cat.
This is the first-moment ritual of my days.
This is familiar.
This is home.
I whisper thanks for this little white house as a bit of melancholy trickles in.
“He who dwells in the shelter of the most high will rest in the shadow of the almighty.”
The scripture whispers back and leaves me smiling…
Home is wherever God is, wherever He leads.
~Wherever you call home today, I pray you will rest in His shadow~