The Music of Eternity

I dreamed about my house again last night. Not the sweet cabin by the woods where I live, but my other house. The house I’ve never seen except in dreams.

I first dreamed of this house in the 1970’s, and down through the past 30 years, I have probably dreamed of it more than 50 times. Sometimes the exterior is slightly different; sometimes it is brown, sometimes a beautiful dove gray. But it is always a large, old-style three-story house with a wrap-around porch, a beautiful turret, and lots of fancy painted gingerbread.

The first time I dreamed of it, I was actually standing inside and there was an antique brown velvet couch downstairs in the open living room; no other furniture. I wandered around the empty rooms with the lofty ceilings and I remember thinking how much I loved this house and how excited I was to be moving there.

Since then, I have dreamed of it regularly. Sometimes I am exploring the nooks and crannies, the secret rooms and hidden passageways, the majestic curving staircase. Sometimes I am upstairs looking out the window at the scenery. But always, in every scenario, I am not living there yet but there is an excited anticipation that I will be moving there.

Gradually, as the years went by and the dreams continued, I came to realize that I was dreaming of my heavenly home. The one where I will spend eternity. The one Jesus spoke of when He said "I go to prepare a place for you…"  He is preparing this place for me, and He has pulled aside the curtain and allowed me brief glimpses of it.

In my latest dream, I went inside the house through a side door, and saw the laundry room completed. Only my heavenly Father knows that laundry is my favorite household chore. There was a gleaming new washer and dryer, just waiting to be used, and an ironing board and iron all set up. Behind that room was a small room, very simply furnished with just a bed and a nightstand. It opened into the backyard, and was a room that perhaps a gardener would stay in.

I tried to go up the back stairs to look around, but the staircase was blocked off. The house was filled with workers filing back and forth, carrying tools and lengths of lumber.  They seemed intent on putting the finishing touches on that beautiful old house. In my dream, I was disappointed in not being able to look around, but again I felt that excited anticipation that I would be moving there when it was finished.

He knows the desires of our hearts; He created our hearts and who knows them better than the One who created them? Who knows the vessels better than the Potter? He knows what we love and He knows the things that make us happy. And I know when I step through that veil that separates now from eternity, and when I finally move into that beautiful house, it will be beyond anything my earthly mind could ever conceive.

I am homesick for a place I’ve never been to, and have seen only in my dreams. But I know beyond a doubt that it is real. I will see you there, in that place where time ceases to exist. Feel free to bring me your laundry!

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