Today we travel hundreds of miles in the first of the summer's heat to help family change their address. They go from a large house to a small apartment. It is one of those big changes in life that we either eagerly anticipate or fearfully dread, sometimes feeling both emotions simultaneously.

In our society of buyers and wanters we often long for whatever it is that we do not have. In magazines and on television we see the glories of palatial gardens, the coziness of homey surroundings filled with careworn antiques, and we think about owning, having, enjoying.

Today I feel with certainty that the place I am now is the home I was meant to have. I pray for the privilege of taking care of it, not for the praise or recognition of a larger audience, but only for the comfort and enjoyment for ourselves, our family, and our friends. So many in this world would see our lives as blessed beyond measure, see our suburban tract home as a palace, our well stocked refrigerator and pantry as largess beyond their wildest dreams. We have so much. We have so much. Make us worthy of these gifts, dear Father.