Do not let your hearts be troubled… In my father’s house there are many dwelling places. If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? John 14:1, 2
I am not exactly a “house person,” but I do like houses. By that I mean that I have neither renovating nor decorating skills, but, for much of my adult life, I have been constantly on a low-grade, even subconscious search for “the One”—that bungalow or low-slung mid-century that expresses my sense of the life I think I’m living…or should be living. We’ve been in the present place for a couple of years now. When I bought it, I proclaimed, “This is it. No more!” But even though I said I wasn’t looking, I still looked. Just to see, of course. Just to see. Then one day I was moved—by grace—to make a decision. Stop looking and pretending you’re not. Stop feeding dissatisfaction in this earthly home. Accept where you are, now. It’s enough. And there it was. In standing still, I was free.
Jesus, you are Lord of my life. May my heart settle in the peace of your eternal dwelling place.
Amy Welborn
Originally published April 22, 2016
