I will give heed to the blameless way. When wilt Thou come to me? I will walk within my house in the integrity of my heart. I will set no worthless thing before my eyes.
Laughter in The Walls
by Bob Benson
I pass a lot of houses on my way home –
some pretty, some expensive,
some inviting -but my heart always skips a beat
when I turn down the road and
see my house nestled against the hill.
I guess I’m especially proud of the house and the way it looks
because I drew the plans myself.
It started out large enough for us –
I even had a study – two teenaged boys now reside in there.
And it had a guest room –
my girl and nine dolls are permanent guests.
It has a small room Peg had hopes would be her sewing room –
two boys swinging on the dutch door have claimed this room as their own.
So it really doesn’t look right now as if I’m much of an architect.
But It will get larger again –
one by one they will go away to work,
to collge, to service, to their own houses,
and then there will be room –
a guest room, a study, and a sewing room for just the two of us.
But it won’t be empty – every corner, every room,
ever nick in the coffee table will be crowded with memories.
Memories of picnics, parties, Christmases,
bedside vigils, summers, fires, winters, going barefoot,
leaving for vacation, cats, conversations,
black eyes, graduations, first dates,
ball games, arguements, washing dishes,
bicycles, dogs, boat rides, getting home from vacation,
meals, rabbits, and a thousand other things
that fill the lives of those who would raise five.
And Peg and I will sit quietly by the fire
and listen to the laughter in the walls.
(Bob Barnes, 15 Minutes Alone with God For Men, Harvest House Publishers, 1995, pp.141-143)
When the children are gone and you no longer have to go to work, what will you hear as you sit in your house?
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