You did say dream home, right? :)
Though it would be incredible to live in a castle, the white house or in immaculate mansion on the beach, I just cannot picture myself in such a place. I lived in two homes over 100 years old when I was a teenager. At the time I never appreciated their charm, but looking back, those were my favorite homes. I love the little rooms, every creak in the floor boards and the rich history. I love wondering how many lives were shaped in those houses. I adore the idea of living in a shack near the beach or even in a hut in a third world country. I have lived in 9 homes in my 20 years and visited countless others. They have ranged from a single wide trailer on a farm to a grand home with marble floors. And one thing I've found is that it just doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you have the most beautiful or most humble of homes. It matters what goes on inside. Whatever my four walls and roof look like, I want my home to be a place of refuge. I want it to be somewhere where hospitality and love abounds. I want it to be a place of service. I want my home to be a place of education. A place where the love of Christ is lived out. So whether the Lord has me in a hut in Ethiopia, a cottage Tuscany, a mansion in California, or just a plain ol' house in Las Vegas I choose to make it a HOME that glorifies Him.
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