To have a beautiful home does not have to have a wonderful location, a panoramic view, an elaborate entrance, or fine landscaping. It can be a modest apartment in town or a humble cottage in the country and still be lovelier than a royal palace. It does not not have to boast expensive draperies, deep-piled carpets, or the latest electrical appliances. Its furniture can all be hand-me-downs, or items picked up at a secondhand stores. Chrome, tiling, and stonework may all be absent. Yet it can possess a holy radiance beyond description. This I have experienced with my mother. For me, it was a humble home in the country and it was lovelier than a royal palace because it was manifested with harmony in God's love and I was fortunate to be also in the company of my grandmother and a host of cousins. I remembered these precious words hanging on the wall:
"Christ is the Head of This House,
The unseen Guest of Every Meal,
The Silent Listener to Every Conversation."
Therefore, God will be remembered last thing each night, when you lie down and first thing in the morning, when you rise. Every home would be more beautiful with such a program.
Oh, I miss those days, I miss my grandmother, and I truly miss my mother. Thank you ladies for a proper upbringing. May your souls continue to rest in peace.
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