It's just a couch. Stained with memories. Babies. Toddlers. Knowledge imparted through endless books. Resting, while heavy with child. It's just a couch. Love poured out. Knees bowed in prayer over young ones; pleading over their souls. Years and years of devotions while the farm house slept. Late night discussions debating all that life may present. It's just a couch. Where 7 or 8 gathered for family night to watch a movie. It was never too small. There was always room for ... View Post