I have been dwelling on "home building" as of late–
"Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands." Proverbs 14:1
This is an idiomatic phrase of course; it is not speaking of women becoming literal carpenters of wood, but of the lives in the home.
Of course, I can see this house I am building as the children I bear.
However, I choose to see the house as my children and the household of my posterity. Part of building my house is how I regard the children that God has blessed me with. Yes, I see them as a blessing.
What legacy am I leaving? Do I build up my household in wisdom or by my actions am I tearing it down? My choices can influence my children and generations yet unborn, for good or ill by– the choice of how I use my time, the words I use, what I laugh at, what I embrace, the looks I give, the praise I give, every thing I say and do can either build up or tear down. I must have vision beyond my years to build my house. Yes, I must think generationally.
I have seen a sign that states: "A house is built of brick and stone, but love alone can build a home."
A nice saying, for sure.
I build my home through love and that love is so encompassing!
Love of God and abiding in His word builds my home.
Loving my husband and honoring him, builds my home. He loving me as Christ loved the church, is building our home.
Love towards my children and trying to be a good mother is building our home.
Love towards my neighbor through friendship and kindness is building my home.
Loving and seeking after that which is virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy builds my home.