Tom and I are excited to have moved into a new home (to us) this month. After downsizing nearly four years ago, we found ourselves needing more room . . . and God has provided more than we had hoped for.

Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.

Ephesians 3:20 TLB

One of the most exciting additions in our new home is a room for me to use as a study, or office. Since downsizing, my work space has been one end of the dining table. What a blessing to have a dedicated space to write and work on the Buddy Bag Project.

Maisie and I haven’t settled into another important dedicated space: a place for our morning quiet time. I prefer my chair by a window overlooking trees, where I can read God’s Word while Maisie and I can listen to instrumental hyms on Pandora.

I’m especially fond of Michael W. Smith’s arrangements, the subtleties and the power they evoke. It’s easy to close my eyes and much more fondly recall watching our son, James, direct statewide choirs and orchestra at several United Methodist Annual Conferences in Iowa. Immersed in God’s Word and the music recently, I wondered about the rooms in our Father’s house.

There are many rooms in my Father’s house. I wouldn’t tell you this, unless it was true. I am going there to prepare a place for each of you.

John 14:2 cev

I wondered if there will be a heavenly room where I can listen to James direct choirs, or play the piano. Will there be a room where I can meet my namesake grandmother? Or a quiet space where I can talk to Mama and tell her I’m sorry for the times I was less than kind and patient, especially after Daddy passed away.

Dear Reader, when you think of rooms in our heavenly homes, what do you envision? Who do you look most forward to seeing? Are your rooms peaceful and intimate, or full of activity and loved ones?

For a while after our family moved to Kansas City from Middle Georgia, my high school sister, middle-school brother, and I shared a bedroom. We were each glad to have own bed, but shared space isn’t always a happy space.

Tom and I may have more rooms than two (kinda) retired people actually need. but God’s got a plan for this home He has given us. We look forward to inviting new, old, and not met yet, friends into our home. We believe God wants us to use these rooms as a sanctuary, a place of acceptance and peace.

What’s your favorite room in the house, Dear Reader? What makes it your favorite? I’d loved to hear your comments!

Now, excuse me while I return to unpacking a few more boxes of “treasures.”

Blessings!