I have dreamed of a time when my heart is nestled safely in Faith’s home. Where there is not a degree of space for doubt to live nor opportunity for its conniving hand to come knocking.
In my vision, I would stay in this home for a lifetime, my feet graced by a floor becoming ever more solid with the passing years. I would have no fear of the forces outside. I could not be persuaded to leave no matter how massive the coming storm.
If, beyond the walls, a distracting cacophony should urge me to leave for a period, I would not be tempted to even glimpse through a peep-hole in the back door. I would rest safely in Faith’s home until my time to go. And as I move into a place where no walls are needed, those around me will give tribute to the Builder of the home, where I rested, for a lifetime.