Emphasis Preaching Journal

There is something about a house, and it runs deeper than the stitches on a “Home Sweet Home” sampler. There is something about a place you can call your own; something about those afghans which, although they are probably the ugliest colors Grandma could find in her crochet basket, are always thrown across the back of the sofa. Besides, they’re handy on cold nights. And there is something about the curtains in the kitchen. They’re from 1950 and don’t match anything, but somehow you love watching them when you eat breakfast every morning.