When we were first thinking of buying the house we now live in, I found
myself liking it more and more each time we visited.
I yearned to fit our family into it, to pick apples from its fruit trees, and to enjoy looking out to its “Christmas card” view of snow-laden trees framing an old horse barn.
But in addition to all that, there was something I had discovered about the “spirit” of the place that I just couldn’t shake.
When we toured the house and walked around the property, I felt something good and right in the air that resonated with my own spirit.
You see, the house we now live in was previously owned by an elderly woman who spent many long years serving Jesus. She and her husband had raised their six kids here, housed Sunday School classes for their church and provided a soft bed for many a missionary.
Even after her children were grown and gone, the woman opened her doors
for a female youth pastor to live here with her.
This was a place where the Spirit of God had been welcomed to dwell.
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