John Mark wrote the following about Indiana:
After leaving Iowa, we spent two nights at my grandparents’ farmhouse in Indiana. Grandpa has been gone for a little over four years and Grandma for about seven months. The home is still in the family, and the interior and outside property are relatively unchanged from what they have been for many years. My mother grew up there; in fact, I think my grandfather did as well. For much longer than a hundred years the home has been a place to which the family has returned, and it holds many memories.
I might live to see the day when the home is sold and the woods and fields bulldozed for development. I hope not. But I do know that the house and trees will someday be gone. Change is inevitable. But I suspect that every human heart longs for a dwelling place that will never fail, a dwelling place that will securely harbor in all generations.
“The eternal God is your refuge!”
“Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations!”