What do you envision when you think of the “perfect home?”
A beautiful, white mansion, 8 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, with columns (of course), a perfectly manicured lawn, a maid, cook, “pool guy”, and a stable full of horses?
Or maybe it’s not quite so regal – how about a home in a suburban neighborhood, 3-4 bedrooms, 2 baths, a white picket fence, an adorable puppy, and a basketball goal in the driveway?
Confession time: My latest measure of success of the “perfect” home has been how small of a house I live in, and my future plans of entertaining my family and friends in said house. I mean, how will I be a “good” grandma someday when I live in a small home…a (gasp!) rental home??? With small bedrooms? Without a gourmet kitchen and granite island, like I see everyday on HGTV, to bake cookies with my grandchildren?
When I look at that confession actually spelled out in words, I shake my head…what? Would any of my family or friends even care how big or small my house house is? Of course not. What kind of crazy thinking has come over me? I’m embarrassed to admit this type of thinking, but I’m keeping it real!
Oh, dear ones, how easy it is to get sucked up into this worldly thinking!
Will God care about ANY of those things? Of course not.
The “perfect home” will be surrounded by faith, full of love, laughter, and life! It might even be bursting at the seams when the entire family comes over, but does anyone really care? Of course not.
This past Christmas was one of the most special Christmases I can remember. My sister, who had just moved from a small duplex, to a little bit larger home, had not only her own children and boyfriend, but brothers, sisters, Mom, nieces and nephews, grandma, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends! Everyone was welcome…there were close to 40 of us in her home! And do you think that anyone even thought about the fact that we may not have had enough “elbow room”? Nope. My favorite part of that day was when several of the adults were sitting and standing around the kitchen table, telling funny stories from the past, remembering special moments, “roasting” each other, and hearing Grandma Lou’s stories that some of us had never heard. And the laughing! It’s the first time in a long time that everyone was together and there were no raised voices, except when hootin’ and hollerin’ at the funny tales. That was a precious hour in my life that will not quickly be forgotten.
If my sister had been burdened by thoughts of how “small” her house was, or was continually apologizing for it’s size (which is something *I* would have done!), do you think it would have been as memorable, cozy, or comfortable? Of course not. That’s not what mattered. To anyone.
My homes over the past few years has ranged from an average sized home, to a little larger home, to an apartment, and now back to a small home. Unfortunately, my focus has been OUT of focus…it’s not the size that matters, but the love, joy, laughter, faith, family and friends inside that home.
My prayer is to focus on my abundant blessings, and not the size of those blessings, much like my humbler-than-me, younger sister, who just hosted one of the best Christmas celebrations ever and taught me a beautiful lesson at the same time.