My House

My House is mine.
I choose what comes in.
I choose what goes out.
I choose how often I lift the shades
And to what degree I will let the Light in.

My House is mine.
I choose how often I get it Cleaned--
If at all.
I choose who's feet may come into my territory.
-If any at all.
I choose who will see more than just my front porch.

My House is mine.
It is a safe space with freedom to move.
I am free to dance. Free to sing. I am free to be still and do nothing at all.
There is no guilt, shame or questioning.

My house is mine.
Mine to dwell happily in.
And mine to invite Love in and let Him make my house

His Home.