After saying good morning to GOD, I turn and lovingly gaze at my sleeping beloved. There he lies in los brazos de morfeo…Hair a mess…snoring lightly…bundled up in covers. Awwww.
I get up in a huff…rushing to get ready for my day…running behind as always. I come across laundry on the floor, dirty dishes, checklists and cosas para hacer. Ahhhhhh and Eeeeek.
I come back into the room flustered, frazzled, and furious at things that need to get done and things that did not get done. But than I look at mi amor who sleeps and is peaceful. I smile.
I am reminded that mi amor is the embodiment of GOD’s love for me. That I was divinely favored when he was placed in my life.
Together we are creating a home…clutter is a sign of a home that is being lived in. Mother Teresa once said that prayer and mission begin in the home. In the home, too, is where preaching starts…In the casita in which mi amor and I live and love and laugh—that is where my preaching starts…takes shape…is inspired…is born. For if I do not have a home, how can I expect to create home for others in my oral and lived sermons?
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