I hesitate telling you this because you’re going to think I’m weird. Those that know me well don’t wonder.
(Don’t let my husband know what I’m sharing with you. It exasperates him because he wants me happy at all times)
At the closing of our home, our realtor asked, “Do you think this will be your forever home?”
“Yes I do. We are weary of moving and needing to downsize. A large house sitting on big land means a lot of work.”
Choices can make or break an outlook on life. For me it was home, with each house, the picture changed.
I ask you, have you ever been in a place that didn’t feel right? At first it seemed ideal, but later, not so much.
It took several moves before I had a handle on what my problem was. Houses are nothing more than buildings until you take residence and make the habitat an environment that reflects the people living there. Until recently that wasn’t happening.
Currently, my husband and I are living in a new home. Every other home was previously owned, selections made by others. But here we got to pick out the cabinets and flooring, etc. It was as close to perfect as it gets. I. Was. In. My. Element.
That is where my prayer stemmed from. I’ve read in the Good Book what heaven is like. I’ll give you a hint, you’ll want to go there. No sickness, no worries, everything good we strive for on planet earth but never seem to attain. It’s there. Plus, you will be in the presence of Perfection, our Creator. The questions we have here will all be answered there. Finally things will make sense.
That this home that was built for us would not be perfect. I didn’t want it to make me so happy I’d lose sight of my real forever home…with Jesus. Nothing compares to him.
Our home isn’t perfect, making it answered prayer!
A friend once told me she had the joy of choosing things in her home, and now she has regrets. I’m not alone. That’s life this side of heaven. Imperfect.
My husband knows I’m happy because I remind him. He’s a little on the forgetful side.
On any given day you might see a sawdust trail or a quilt project laying around. There is a perpetual jigsaw puzzle in the making and a cluttered kitchen counter. It’s us living there, being as happy as we can be this side of heaven.