“Layin’ about” after this surgery has meant watching a lot of television, reading, crocheting, searching the web, listening to music, sleeping, and trying to walk a few steps more each day (that part is doctor’s orders.) I usually begin the day on the computer, then read or crochet (until my eyes get tired). I’ll pull up YouTube and listen to worship music, but as the day wears on and I get tired, it’s television. Television has little to offer most of the day, although I did enjoy watching the British Open over one weekend.
On one segment of Dateline I learned about a couple who returned to Virginia and bought a home after traveling the world. They named the house they bought after one in a British novel. Maybe it’s a southern custom I’m not aware of, but I don’t think I know anyone who has ever named their house.
I live in a white house with teal trim on a street in Caldwell. It is a cute house, small porch with a little white fence. Three bedrooms, two baths, and a bonus room. The house now has a renovated kitchen, but it still doesn’t have a name. Not sure how I would even begin to choose a name for it.
As I thought about naming this house I now live in, I realized that I have another home waiting for me. “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” [John 14:1-3 NIV]
That home I think I can name. “Terry’s Room in the Father’s Heavenly House.” Thank you, Lord Jesus, for reserving my eternal home for me. Amen.
