The word HOME is defined, as the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered (online dictionary). The blaring difference between a house and home, it seems, must be affection.

I can clean, cook and entertain all-the-live-long day but if I do them without love, I do them in vain. I have a long list of domestic affairs. Yet, do I have a centered view of my domestic affections?

Can I even be relaxed enough at home until my  to-do list is done? Yes, I know I can. Can I be centered in my affections, not losing focus? Yes, I know I can.

I can because in the process of building my nest I see God’s hand weaving yarn and twigs with me.

I find home is in the valleys, like failed dinners, missed connections, and yet-to-finish projects. I find home is in the hillsides, like laughing until milk comes out of your nose, creating something with your talents, and helping each other through the valleys.

Here are some photos of things that make my nest feel like home:

Dating - Goofing off on the patio of Noodles & Co. - 9th Anniversary

Entertaining - Ryan's 5 1/2 year old birthday party.

Traditions - s'mores every summer, all summer

Schedules - making time for what matters most (on the fridge)

Root Building - sharing lives and space (Ryan and Leah)

Tending to my domestic affections, gives me a chance to experience a deep sense of gratitude.

What makes your nest feel like home?

Love,

Jess