Here’s a little poem I wrote about the little blue house that has become home here in Asia.
Little blue house, little blue house how your walls could tell stories.
Stories of young missionaries ventures around the world.
Stories of a mom and a dad who’s love overflows.
Stories of who God is and his goodness and kindness
Stories of pain, hurt, and trials
Stories of truth and healing
Stories of selfless giving and sacrifice
Little blue house, little blue house How you feel like home
How you make us feel like we belong
How you make us feel so safe
How you make us feel welcomed by your always open door
How you are so inviting
Little blue house, little blue house your walls are filled with his glory.
Your walls are filled with his praise
Your walls are filled with his hospitality
Your walls are filled with his story
Little blue house, little blue house you welcome us with a million flowers.
How the flowers reveal his beauty.
How your flowers are shared with friends.
How your flowers invite us in
Little blue house, little blue house I thank you for the shelter your provide our spiritual mom and dad
They disciple us and make us feel at home
Their wisdom and knowledge they impart in us
They encapsulate what love and hospitality is
They give us a cup of tea every time made with love
They make us laugh until our bellies hurt
Little blue house thank you for being home.
