Life can be funny at times. Well, funny is not the word – interesting is more like it. I’ve noticed the older I grow the more interesting life is. I thought I was way a head of others in high school. I had it all figured out. Didn’t we all? I thought when I grew up or more like, when I left home that the best job awaited, the nice split level house awaited, the wonderful husband awaited (keep in mind that he must be extremely handsome) and we would want for nothing. Can’t forget the fashionable clothes we would have or the nice cars we would drive – these would await as well. Never mind that he might not be faithful and might possibly strike me at times so long as he looked good and the other girls were envious is all that mattered then. Oh, the ignorance of youth. How I got through it in one piece is a story for another time.
Back then, what mattered most was image. Don’t smirk, you thought the same way. How I looked to others concerned me greatly. In my mind, the others would look at me with longing, wishing they were me. The truth is the others paid no attention whatsoever to me. They were living their own lives and did not have time to be gaga over me.
We build this image of having everything other people have told us is best that somewhere along the way we get lost. We forget who we are, what we are passionate about, and our dreams are crushed. We have committed the most grievous sin, unfaithfulness to oneself. Unless we are faithful to ourselves life has no purpose, no meaning. We will drift from one thing to another always believing the grass is greener on the other side.
The lies, the unfaithfulness, the lonliness stare us in the eye and we do not see it. The mind can play nasty tricks if we do not keep good watch. We will see only what we have been told is perfect as the ideal way to live and be, never realizing that others dreams can never be my dreams. My dreams are mine and their dreams are theirs. We can like what we see in others, but we must love what we see in us. This is what fulfills us. When no one else is around and we finally see the truth, it is then that we will be forced to look and look deep within. The view will either uplift us or crush us, all depending on how we have viewed and lived life.
So, my dream home is love and contentment with the man who shares the same dreams. It is not about the house, the clothes, the cars, or the looks because I can be happy in a box or in a castle as long as I love and am loved or I can be miserable in a box or in a castle all by myself. I will choose the first and call it my dream home.
When God Speaks 
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