I am linking up with Kelly’s Korner on her tour of homes. This week we are checking out our foyers.
There is one thing you notice about my house as soon as you walk to the front or back door. Even the lawn care guy commented on my receipt, “Love your door frame.”
I have bible verses written around it. It ROCKS.
I got this idea from Deuteronomy 11:18-20: “You shall therefore impress these words of mine on your heart and on your soul. . . You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.”
Well, so I did.
People love it. It is something they have never seen before. It is something that almost everyone walking out of my house wants to do. It isn’t hard. Just write your favorite verses with a sharpie and then coat them with a layer of polyurethane for protection.
Now for the inside. My black dining room can be seen to the left. My Nic “cross boots” can be seen in the corner.
And for the pic on the inside. These are my husband’s boots. He was KIA in 2006. My boots are right besides his. The smoke coming out? THAT my dear friends, represents the rapture.
When that trumpet sounds I will rise in the air and my husband will be right beside me!
Here is an excerpt from my book. This is the scene right after the trumpet sounds and “the dead in Christ rise first.” My husband’s ashes take to the sky . . .
Then there was light. It spilled inside him, flooding him with the promise of a new day, and when his vision cleared he saw Nic running toward him.
Tears coursed down her cheeks as she found his eyes. But the smile that lit her face dominated her features and carried with it a warmth greater than the brightest sun.
She called his name but he couldn’t respond. That “more” feeling had settled inside him again, and instead of being more, it was everything.
Doug reached out his hand as he started to ascend to the call of his Savior. He couldn’t stop his body’s response to the Lord’s command any more than a waterfall could stop its tumbling. Every molecule in his body was answering the trumpet blast, responding to its summons. His life hadn’t even begun to begin. This was his birth, a new birth, and a new life.
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The new dawn The Millennial Reign of Christ. It is coming. I can’t WAIT.
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