Jumbled minds are like puzzles. You don't know what is coming out until the final product is produced. I have been of jumbled mind for a while now (though I do know people that would say I have it no other way). My husband and I are preparing for something that most people do at a much younger age. We are going to buy a house. We have looked at some conventional homes, spaning from the 1970's through to about last year I would guess. We found neighborhoods here in Fresno that remind me of Leave it to Beaver, the first scene where Mom chases everyone out the door, just before she closes it to do her daily cleaning and such. You walk into such a home and the browns, golds, greens and oranges are there in bright (though slightly faded) repore only to show their age. The beauty is mostly gone from some of these homes, a quiet reminder of all the lives that dwelled over the years.
It makes me curious as to what would a house say? All the things done in privacy here, all the love and family moments shared. The rush of daily living, preparing meals and just plain taking on the endurance of that life. I could tell by looking at some of the homes that life was simple, easy and loving. Others showed things such as anger and disorganization. It was a weird feeling. Some felt cold and disheartening, while others felt warm and comfortable.
Just like people. We are all different and we affect the way things happen in this life. If our house was organized then, people would feel good coming by to visit and share the love there. If we are full of kaos and confusion, people will want to leave as quickly as possible.
Our hearts are like homes also..there is a picture I saw most of my life where Jesus is knocking on the door of a beautiful home. He is wanting to come into our lives. All we need to do is open the door and let him in,...
No matter what style of house you have, make is as wonderful and full of life as you can because you never know who you will entertain...
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