"It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home." ~Author Unknown
Twig by twig we build our world long before a boy becomes a man.
The tools that our father's father used eventually fill our hands.
All the methods our great grandfathers learned from the ones that built before,
are passed down to the next generation through trial, error and lesson's chore.
Every sinful habit, and constructive wisdom gained in the design,
are blueprints our fore fathers drafted that determine our way in life.
Yet, simply because a frame is formed and a life is completely raised,
does not mean that the lines drawn before cannot be productively erased.
Being the mother of someone in recovery, I have learned that we are all in so many ways products of our past, and the past of our parents before us. The way we build our lives and relationships directly affects our children and then our grand children as well. When there is unhealthy behavior, it builds a nest of quandary that can become a pattern that others follow for years to come. Yet, like trigs and limbs of a tree, patterns can be broken, and then removed. We can rebuild something worthwhile from a nest that is destructive. That is the beauty of the recovery of the human spirit when it is open to the truth in this life.