And in the evening, you look around and see home all over the place. The fruit bowl half-full on the quiet table, the bike left out in the yard, the quilt on your guest room bed, the mirror with you staring back. Your reflection hasn’t always felt like home, but it does today. And you know it’s because of a faithful God who knows stuff and loves people and holds all things together.
Remembering His faithfulness by night.
“He is my safe place and my tower of strength: he is my God, in whom is my hope.”