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The oldest thing I own—and use every single day—is my home.
And every day, I give thanks to God for her. She has sheltered me, comforted me, and held my family through seasons of growth and transition. I often say, “I belong to her just as much as she belongs to me.”
My home is the perfect size: three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Spacious enough for a family, yet peaceful and practical for an empty nester like me. It’s where I rest, reflect, create, and coach.
Over the years, I’ve heard the same thing from many visitors: “Your home feels so peaceful.” One mother brought her daughter over for tutoring—and she never wanted to leave! After several pick-ups turned into long chats, I gently had to set a boundary. Later, she asked if she could just come by to “sit in the calm.” That’s when I knew: this home holds something special.
On the very first day we moved in, two of my dear spiritual friends came and blessed the home—room by room. They prayed over my family, and over every soul who would ever step through the door.
And now, I keep that blessing going. Every single day, I send out love, light, and positive energy to anyone who visits. This home is more than a roof and walls. She’s my sacred space.
And yes—she’s the oldest thing I own, and the most cherished.
YOUR TURN: What’s the oldest item in your life that still holds meaning?
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