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Whether I’m with loved ones in my actual Living Room, alone in God’s Living Word, or speaking to a room full of women, I’m inspired to share life and faith with others in creative ways. As Jeremiah had fire in his bones, I too feel compelled to share the Gospel of Jesus – I just do it with stories that probe the glorious and hurting places of life, pictures of faith lived out in our home, and recipes purposed to inspire hospitality.


It is not always pretty; this vow based, miracle laden family life that produces in me an I-need-more-of-Jesus desperation. Marriage and motherhood, strong willed children, ailing parents, and battles with depression are just a few of the anointed furnaces God uses to refine us into women of noble character. With a mingling of courage and frailty, painfully aware of our flesh failures… we lean into the fire of daily life!


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The meter to my poetry is often flawed, just like me, as couplets forget to rhyme; pictures of my home reveal laundry baskets overflowing, and dinners get burned. I lose my temper and fall back into grace again and again. But as I fall and run and turn to the Living Word here in this Living Room, we fall and run and turn together – searching out the hidden mystery that holds every hard yet marvelous facet of life together. Jesus.


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You are welcome here, Sojourner, Sister, Friend. And I am looking forward to hearing from you as we fall and run and turn to Him together, in the comfort of this Living Space. So come on in…

Wendy Speake — Family

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I mother three boys, Homeschooling as we go, and desperately love My Honey. Together we love and disciple, correct and celebrate our quiver full of little men. Training is an every day, all day long business, so we have a family motto to tie it all together:

Wendy Speake — Family Motto
These concepts are hard to teach because they’re hard to live. Our boys see that virtues don’t stick to this World; they fall right off, get crumpled up like super-hero stickers from the pediatrician’s office. But we press them back on and we press on, because we don’t work in this World either.

I try not to shame our boys when they don’t honor and prefer, because I fail too! Instead we press on in our home; seeking new moments, creating new opportunities to serve and encourage and esteem again the next day. This is why I blog about motherhood and faith, marriage and the “it doesn’t stick” reality of righteousness; preaching to the choir this reminder: There is grace, as we grow up into Christ.

What joy there is in pointing to Him each and every day, from here in my Living room, my kitchen, my ever-humming laundry room turned office space.
 
Shared with love from our family home to yours,

Wendy

 

Being a Christian is more than just an instantaneous conversion – it is a daily process whereby you grow to be more and more like Christ

—Billy Graham