I’ve thrown together a few sentences to share. These thoughts really should be developed more, but for now…
1,200 square feet. That’s the size of my house, give or take a few feet.
These floors, walls, and ceilings, doors and windows, hold most of my belongings. These rooms have witnessed more of my story than I will ever remember and represent more of my life than any other place on earth.
So, what would happen if these 1,200 square feet and everything they hold were gone? Who would I then be?
I find freedom in the answer. These 1,200 square feet may represent me, but these walls do not contain me. Nor does my stuff. Nor the memories.
Now don’t get me wrong; I am thankful to live in this house. I enjoy my possessions. My memories provide understanding and even meaning to my life.
I believe God wants me to enjoy living here. And that I have a responsibility to do my part to care for this house while it is mine.
But this house cannot deliver what I long for, a dwelling place where I fully live as I was created to live.
Because this house is not who I am.
God has created a universe for us. Will we be content with a few square feet?
Whether it be grand or simple, a mansion or a shelter, we all have space we call “home.” And we attempt to make that space ours. But no matter how special, no matter how comfortable, this space cannot deliver what we crave.
We long for dwelling. To inhabit a creation perfectly designed to reveal who we are.
We long to live with the Creator who made us and enables us to live in our complete identity.
…we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan…. (2 Cor 5: 1,2)
We will not find our dwelling place in our few square feet.