Sometimes it’s nice to stay home on a fall Sunday night and watch TV. You know, rest up for the week.
Sometimes it’s nice to sit in your pajamas and read on the couch.
Sometimes it’s nice to have peace and quiet.
But, sometimes, it’s nice to hear giggles, conversation, and love.
Sometimes it’s nice to share a birthday, or two… or three. Feliz Cumpleanos, Lesli, Will and Craig!
Sometimes it’s nice to meet someone new. Nice hair, Santiago!
Sometimes it’s nice to laugh. “I do not like green eggs and ham!”
Sometimes it’s nice to help someone out.
No matter how tired and worn out I am, I am revived when I leave fifth street. My cup is filled with blessing– the blessing of family. And, maybe that’s the way it was intended. Jesus did not walk this earth so that we could sit alone on our couches in quietness. He wants to us love.
Sometimes it’s nice to share life with others.
“You revive my drooping head; my cup brims with blessing.” Psalm 23:5
























