Five Minute Friday: Welcome to Our Home

It is Friday. That Means Five Minute Friday. WOOT WOOT. First: The Rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on::: Welcome

Ready.Set.GO.

Welcome Home

Hello.
Welcome to our home.

Please excuse any dirty dishes in the sink,
We eat here.
The dishwasher is full.
We chose to watch a movie together last night instead of doing more dishes.
It happens you know.

Please excuse the dog hair on the carpet.
The vacuum broke, we’ll fix it this weekend.
But we love our dog.
Even if he is huge and hairy and drooly.
So he comes and lays on the carpet,
leaving little pieces of himself behind everywhere.

Please too, excuse the books,
and notebooks and pens and pencils on the couch.
We study here.
We read our Bible’s here.
We do our school work here.
We have discussions here, meditations here, and prayer here.
Just move them over and join in.
It’s really OK.

Welcome to our home.

Our walls are painted loud colors.
Because we like color.
We like to express ourselves.
In colors.
And we are loud sometimes.
Loud in conversation. Loud in arguments. Loud in forgiveness. Loud in hugs.
And in laughter.
And in love.

So again, welcome to our home.
Our home with grass that needs to be trimmed a little.
Our home with pictures on the walls of our children.
Our home with movies, books, board games, and random objects.
Dragonflies, because I love them and collect them.

And when you stop by, unannounced,
it really is OK.
Because we don’t mind adding to our laughter.
Adding to our love.
It’s just that there may be crumbs on the table.
There may be papers scattered about.
The floor may not be swept.
The living room may not be organized.
Because we didn’t have those few minutes of warning,
To run and clean and focus and be neat.
We may have actually been in the middle of a tickle fight,
or trying to beat the next level of Mario together,
or playing a guitar,
or singing a song,
or dancing, very badly, yet very happily in the middle of the living room.

Welcome to our home.

It’s our home, because we live here.
We play here.
We love here.
We welcome one another home here.

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