However, I'm starting to look to look towards the future in my old age (age is relative). The *future*...I know. I'm soon going to be living on my own, something I use to love, but now, the idea makes me nervous after 2+ years of having someone sharing a room with me. (after my mission, I chose to have a roomie to share a room and ease the transition back to the real world) I've even been thinking about what art I want on the walls; I've been thinking a lot about what I want my future home/flat/wherever-I'm-going-to-be-place to be like. So far I've come up with two rules:
- No alcohol, cigarettes (if you smell like cigarettes, you have to go), or coffee (gross!) allowed
- If you stay with me, you come to church with me on Sunday
I want to have a place with an open door policy of: if I like you, you can stay with me if you can respect my rules. Everyone is invited to visit.
Home. I think of where and how I was reared. When I think of the how I grew up, I think of happiness. I think of peace; it was a place where I learned about Jesus Christ. It was a place where I could always talk to my parents about anything and everything that was going on in my life. To others, they were always to welcoming and gracious. I want wherever I live to be a place where people can feel welcome and feel the Spirit of our Lord. I think of Joshua 24:15. I want my home to have a firm foundation in Christ, no matter where I'm located in the upcoming first 12 months of work.
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