In my Father's House

When I was little I can remember my Mom putting decorative items in the front window then going out to the road to see how they looked. Her explaination was she wanted our house to be inviting incase someone needed help.

I've never forgotten that, and to this day, I am painfully conscious how my home looks to people passing by. You should see me obsess over what my Christmas tree looks like from outside! My goal is to have a home that is warm and inviting from the outside and comforting on the inside!

Lot's of people are waiting for their big fancy mansion in heaven. I figure they imagine if God had a house it would be quite a showplace.

My mansion would be a cottage with a candle in each window and lots of bedrooms for anyone who needed a safe place to stay. Lot's of laughter, singing and dancing. Oh, and lots of dark chocolate and coffee!

When I think of my Father's house it's not too much different. I picture something homey and inviting. Shear curtains in the windows so you can see the lights and family activities in side, a fire in the fireplace and lots of people smiling and happy, feeling safe and protected. Not even sensing that, in His presence they are being transformed into His image.

I love my Father, He's everything I need.

And the good news is, even though I'm His favorite, He love you as much as He does me!

Aren't you glad He loves us all the same?