“In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.” (John 14:2-3 ESV)
Fifteen years ago I built my dream house. It wasn’t fancy or large, but cute, functional, and had all the things on my simple wish list. I loved it. It was home and I made the comment the day I moved in that the only way I’d ever move out of this house would be if I was in a box.
Three short years later, I stood in the driveway taking a last look before moving west to be with my ailing mother. As lovely as it was, love for my family was stronger.
We settled into a ‘flipper’ townhouse. It was insanely tiny and dysfunctional with 33 stairs to navigate the three different levels of semi-living space. I cried daily for months as I bumped into furniture in the run-down space, vowing to sell it as soon as it was showable. A year later, a major life change meant I could barely afford to keep it. Suddenly I was fighting to keep it. I did all I could to refinance, taking on a second job to secure the humble roof over our heads.
It’s been ten years since, and the townhouse that I detested has become the home that we have lived in the longest. What I thought was a big mistake has turned into one of our biggest blessings. No one is more surprised than me to find that I am content and at peace with our little fixer upper. After all, my residence is not here on this earth, but He’s taught me that I truly am just a sojourner visiting this planet. Having a tiny place has taught me to not hold onto the things of this earth, but rather to travel light and wait for my true mansion.
Father, I am so thankful that a room awaits me that will be my forever home! Help me to focus my sights on your promise of a true dream home and not on my temporary circumstances.