There is something a bit magical about living as an adult where you grew up. I took my littlest one for a walk the other day, and all the spring smells reminded me of my own childhood. I watch my two older kids ride their bikes, and make neighbor friends exactly where I did the same thing. They play in the wooded lot that was a magical forest to me as a child. They trick or treat at the same houses...a couple of them even owned by the same owners.
Within these walls is the main battlefield of our salvation. It is here that Adam and I will spend most of our vocation. Here is the springboard which will launch our children into the world, into their own battlefields, their own vocations. It is a sacred space for our family. It is our holy ground, given to us by God for our use and our care. God the central, yet often elusive character of every story. He gave us this place for a purpose, (and in some form or another He will also take it away). We can't deny him, or turn our back on him or else we miss the whole point.