We rent the house that we currently call home. And while we save for a house of our own, I feel displaced and unsettled.
I tell myself that the reason for this is because it is not “ours.” If it belonged to us then we could invest in the changes I long for.
An island for the kitchen. Hardwood on the stairs. A fresh coat of paint on the trim. Instead of putting money away for a down payment, I could use it to decorate and then our home would feel welcoming and wonderful. And if our house felt welcoming and wonderful, we could enjoy our life together more.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations. (Psalm 90:1)
I need to remind myself that this house is not my home.
Too often I believe the lie that the things God has created are better than the Creator Himself. I look to the god of comfort for satisfaction, instead of the God of the Universe. I place my hope in throw pillows and duvet covers, golden calves throughout my home.
God has withheld no good thing. I have everything I need, and instead of looking to material possessions to soothe my soul, I need to run to Jesus, confess my blindness and thank him. Everything I have is evidence of God’s scandalous grace. I’m not entitled to any of it, and I certainly don’t deserve it.
What if the way my house looked was a reflection of the joy already present in my home, instead of using it to obtain that joy?
God is the creator of beauty and has gifted to us the ability to enjoy his creation, but the things we find lovely and comforting in this world should point us to Him. What is beautiful about them is that they are tangible expressions of His glory.
What if I looked around my house and believed truth, that everything is a blessing.
What if I was reckless and gave thanks for my empty kitchen, carpeted stairs, and chipping paint? These are gifts from a gracious Father, and he has blessed me with them and an abundance of more.
When my children are grown, I want them to feel nostalgic for their childhood. And while that will include memories of familiar blankets and baking in the kitchen, I pray that what will stand out in those moments is that God’s heart was revealed to them. Where we loved, forgave, served, extended and received grace. Where out of our deep love for Christ, we became that which we were called to be: the hands and feet of Jesus.
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. (2 Corinthians 5:1)
And so I will continue to decorate and create a warm space for my family. But I will do so as an overflow of the beauty of God through us. I will pray for the strength to reject the lie that these things themselves are necessary for beauty. And I will do so knowing that none of this compares to our true home and the treasure that awaits us.
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