Just a House

As many of you know, we had made our first offer on a SoCal house last week. The market here is doing such odd things that we decided to give it a try and see if we could "shoe-horn" ourselves into this big, beautiful, new home.

They denied our offer, and that's O.K. No, it really is. Praise God! I had requested prayer from many of you that I would be content with the Lord's answer. And I am. Completely content. Without anxiety. He is so good to hear our prayers.

It is just a house. Just a structure to contain our stuff. It is cold, impersonal, unable to offer any more than walls and a roof. My desire is for the house of the Lord. It is there that I wish to dwell. In the house of forgiveness, salvation, communion with God, and eternal life. And I don't even need to make an offer. As a matter of fact, I can make no offer. I have nothing of value for the owner of that house. He needs nothing from me. I need everything from Him.

One thing I ask of the LORD,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.

Psalm 27:4

So, I have confidence in the provision of my Lord. He knows where I will physically live. He knows, too , where I will live eternally. And I praise Him that my eternal house is built and paid for by the blood of Christ. No mortgages. No rising and falling interest rates. No crashing markets. No foreclosures.

Just a house with a view. A view of the Savior. A view of which I will never tire.