Being at Home: Part III

She knocks on our front door about once a week and asks all sorts of inappropriate (but sometimes profound) questions, as she stands in the doorway, barely four feet, skinny as a twig.

“Why do people make houses this big?” Looking around with her nose wrinkled.

“Are those your nails? They look fake.” Grabbing my right hand and examining my pointer carelessly.

“Is Matt home? He bought the car you drive?” She stares at me blinking, while I decide if I can say yes without him seeming like my sugar daddy.

“You have a toy room? Is it big?” She starts to make her way in without taking her shoes off. I tell her to take her shoes off in my house, and does her Grandma know she is here-again. She smiles as she kicks her sandals off…

In our neighborhood, there are whole families with a mom and a dad, who love their children and work hard to provide and care for them. In our neighborhood, there are broken families with no mom, and/or no dad to love their children or provide for them. My home is to be a light to all of them. Even to the nameless, fourteen year old who keeps rolling blunts as he passes my front window on his way back from the basketball court. It is my job to figure out how to shine on him too.

Being a light is not a part of “being home”—it is the reason I am home. I am a light of God’s servitude to my children when I stop my agenda and play with them on the floor I cleaned and serve them the food that I cooked. I am a light of compassion to that little girl when I answer her questions and do not dismiss her. I am a light of protection to my neighbor when I am home to call the police on her behalf when robbers are breaking her sliding glass door. And I am a light of honor to my husband when I use his provision for the good of our family and those around us who are in need.

Being home is an opportunity to extend God. Not shut him up in the confines of pretty walls and comfortable furniture. Or hide from the exercising of faith.


This little light of mine. I’m gonna let it shine.

This little light of mine. I’m gonna let it shine.

This little light of mine. I’m gonna let it shine.

       Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine.

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