Chad and I went to the dentist this morning. What was I thinking scheduling a dentist appointment the day after coming home from a getaway with my husband?! Talk about assaulting the senses—to go from the bliss of romance with my husband to sitting in the dentist chair in less than 24 hours! At least Chad and I didn’t have any cavities, which was the only redeeming aspect of our visit.
Anyway, I forgot to bring the book I’m presently reading, so I ended up flipping through one of the magazines on display in the waiting room. The theme of this particular issue was “Planning your Dream House.” As I surveyed the glossy pictures of these gorgeous homes I began to imagine what my dream house would look like—situated on the waterfront, with a large front porch and plenty of rooms for my children and grandchildren to visit.
After a moment or two of fantasizing, I came to my senses. How quickly I had been drawn in by the worldly, self-centered agenda of this magazine! As a Christian woman, my “dream house” shouldn’t be one of mere aesthetic beauty, or luxurious comfort. Rather, I should aspire to have a home like the one Peter Marshall once described as possessing “an atmosphere in which it was impossible to keep from thinking of God.”
I want those who live in and visit my home to experience peace, order, beauty, joy, and laughter—all reflections of the gracious character of our Savior. Now that’s a house worth dreaming about—and working for!