A Home Built on Rock
Imagine two scenarios of home life. Scenario one has dad pull up in front of his house in his old beat-up truck that should have been retired long ago, but it is paid for and runs well enough to get by. As he pulls into his driveway out run his children to meet him jumping into his arms, hugs being shared all around. As he enters the modest home, he smells the aroma of fried chicken and fresh bread. Eventually the family sits down to a table without a tablecloth, just placemats, no china, just mismatched dishes…some chipped, stainless steel silverware and paper napkins. Dad reaches out and they all as a family hold hands as dad thanks God for all their many blessings including the love in their family…




