A Prayer for a Little House

It has been almost three years to the day since my husband lost his job.  He has no immediate prospects. My family is now on the verge of losing our home.  In the moments when this knowledge pushes its way to the surface, I can't breathe and the room spins.  Was there really a time I obsessed about a larger house and looked down on this little place?  Now I would do almost anything to keep it.  

Amber's post today can be appreciated by anyone with a place to call home...


Joplin, Missouri is just down the turnpike from my hometown.  Certainly most of America has seen the news coverage of the devastation left from the tornado that wiped the town out last month.  Click here for National Geographic's coverage of  the remains of the city. 

Some family members of mine lost all they owned in that storm.  The home they had lived in for forty years, wedding albums, diplomas, treasured memories, and heirlooms passed down from their parents.  It has made me take pause and really appreciate my little home.  Count my blessings for the roof over my head and the love that my four walls hold.

A Prayer for a Little House

by Florence Bone

God send us a little home; 

To come back to when we roam.

Wooden floors and fluted tiles;

wide windows, a view for miles.

Red firelight and deep chairs;

Small white beds upstairs.

Great talk in little nooks;

soft colors, rows of books.

One picture on each wall; 

not many things at all.

 God send us a little ground;

Tall trees stand 'round.

Homely flowers in fertile sod;

Overhead, thy stars, O God

God bless thee when winds blow;

Our home and all we know.

Count your blessings!

~Amber 

Photos Courtesy of Better Homes and Gardens