For the first 11 or 12 years of marriage I often dreamed
that one day I would have a house with this or that. One day I would dream
of a house with a beautiful front porch to view a splendid neighborhood from
and wave to neighbors and strangers as they passed by, a porch to quietly
sip a warm cup of tea from - on a cool morning or evening, and to sip ice
cold tea with friends - on a hot summer day and with a porch swing.
On another day I would dream of a house with a big backyard
- where our children and neighborhood kids could run and bat balls without
going over the fence; yet another day I would dream of a house with a
beautiful master bedroom - elegant and peaceful. Over the years my little
day-dreams seemed to be just that, day-dreams, pieces of a puzzle that were
never put together. Until one day, shortly after moving out of military
housing and into our first house I found myself standing in our empty family
room, looking around at the beautiful house God had placed me in and I
started to cry and laugh as I danced around that room with God, filled with
deep joy and overwhelmed with amazement. You see, God had stored up
all my day-dreams about a "some-day house" and put them ALL, every last one
of them, into one house. What a beautiful way for Him to say "I love you and
I listen to your heart even when you dream!" Oh how amazing is His love for
us!
Gayle Wentling
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