​I love the house at midnight
With snow simply falling.
And the moon providing
Quietude from life.
 
Without a word, I tiptoe round
A child exploring night
All is bathed in wonder
At the majesty in sight
Within, around, upon
A house built as a blessing.
 
The heartbeat of the Lord is here
The breath of life a sound
That sings as music of the spheres
Unheard by human ears…
Except at midnight in the moonlight
From angelic realms
That gathers notes from many years
And blends them into song
 
Memories of long ago
And movement through the years
Guide my eyes as they alight on
Treasures found tonight.
Stories rise on waves of tears
Soundless, as is right
To keep the silence as I wander
Through the midnight sites.
 
God has made a house of me
A temple to His liking
Where he is free to roam within
And rest in His abiding.

I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding
John O’Donohue
 
“A river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding” is an apt description of life at the Blessing House.  Quiet pools of those in prayer or lost in thought are found alone in shady places.  But, just as quickly the door opens and in rushes a
laughing tumbling stream of women laden with goodies for a picnic in the gardens.
 
 Upstairs there is a reunion of old friends with the noise of celebration and down in the play room the delight of children finding their favorite toy. While the library is gathering men to tackle long range planning, in flows some surprise guests who want a tour of the house and gardens.  Life unfolds like a river flowing – a Spirit moving through noisy and raucous celebrations to knee bending quiet pools in hidden places where tears are poured out.
 
This effervescent life is our greatest joy as God brings through His door those He wants to bless.  We are caught up in a stream of liquid grace that delights and surprises us into prayer and praise for God’s gracious plan. The Blessing House is to be a constant unfolding experience of life in the kingdom as He has always meant it to be. 
 
And to think this all began in the frozen month of January 2013 when we poured through the door with all the furnishings, laughter and applause of heaven.