We just sold our house. It sold to a family with the last name of “Ng”. Well, you know me- I’m so excited for them. I have loved this house, and so I can’t think of a better gift to give them. If I ever come visit, maybe it will smell of fresh steamed jasmine rice, and-okay, perhaps a little fish sauce. Maybe the older man who’s contributing to the money pot will sit on my deck over the golf course and imagine a rice field, one from his childhood- I hope he will think he’s there, and I pray the Holy Spirit will linger here with him. God has given me a huge gift in letting me pass this house to them. So…. today, we are looking for a home for us- just a temporary kind of thing; a place to stay until we move on to heaven.
Lord, through all the generations you have been our home! Psalm 90:1
P.S. I just realized maybe it wasn’t the house they loved, maybe it was the two, large framed Chinese symbols hanging in my living room representing Grace, and Serenity. May they find both here.