Over the weekend, as we entered our favorite family restaurant, a kind man held the door wide for us to pass through. As the fifth member of our tribe passed his presence, his hands let go of the frame as his lips announced that we must keep the family together! His conviction pierced deep as I considered the significance of his parting words. Lately, our family has been feuding, where love finds little room to grow wild. As the trees turn to fiery colors and the daylight becomes shorter, our gentleness and patience towards each other feels starved. We have not been fighting for, but against. In these days, where so much pulls for attention, where opportunities abound, the family unit is hurting. We know, because we hear it near and far. Today is our "keeping home" day. A day where we pause and reflect and work towards reclaiming the atmosphere of our dwelling space. Cleaning, organizing, fixing up, letting go, praying, drinking deep from the well. We will eat together tonight, like we do most every night. And though it doesn't always look pretty, where brother and sister fight, food falls to the floor, and mom and dad lose perspective, we are still together. And together, is exactly where we need to be!