In this house

In this home, love is not just a word—it is alive, because Jesus dwells here.

He is not just a guest but the most honored presence, as welcome here as in the grandest cathedral.

Within these walls, we know the power of our words, that they can tear down or build up, curse or bless.

So we choose life. We choose to speak love, to speak grace, to speak hope.

Here, we are not afraid to be wrong. We stumble, we fall, but we rise again.

We apologize, we mend, we make things right—because love is stronger than pride.

This is a house of abundance, not in riches, but in what truly matters.

May every soul who enters leave with more than they carried in— hearts fuller, laughter deeper, burdens lighter, bellies warmed.

Here, the ordinary is sacred.

Every dish scrubbed, every floor swept, every tear wiped away—this is worship.

Each small act of love, unnoticed by the world, is seen by heaven.

And to Jesus, it is just as sweet as any grand offering.

This home is a refuge. A stronghold of peace. A place fiercely guarded. Darkness has no claim here, no right to linger, no place to hide. For greater is He who reigns in this house than he who prowls outside its doors.

And you—you are welcome here.

May your time within these walls leave you refreshed, strengthened, and ready—ready to face tomorrow with new courage, new joy, and a heart that remembers:you are loved, you are seen, you are never alone.