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