Today we are just 11 weeks out from the target closing date on our new house. It’s surreal. With each design decision that we see materialize before our eyes, I stand in awe that this could possibly be our home, knowing how very undeserving I am of such comfortable shelter.
I hear many people who’ve built a custom house say they’d never do it again. I can’t say I share that sentiment, though we don’t “plan” to build again. This home we are creating from the ground up has become to me the fondest of projects. Each decision and selection we’ve made has been with much thought and care, and the final product will be the grand culmination of a vision achieved.
I’m sure we’ll find things we’ll wish we’d done differently. No home is perfect in every way—and so it ought to be, I guess. For this house is not meant to be our final destination. It will pale in comparison to the one that awaits—the one being prepared by the Master Builder.
“In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.” (John 14:2, NASB)
Until then, this house will be to me a place of blessing and a place of peace. A place of rest and a place of life. In some ways, it already is. Though we don’t inhabit it yet, my heart is already there. It’s in the layout and the light placement and the exterior design. It’s in the cabinets we’ve ordered and the granite we’re choosing. Every piece of this house reflects a piece of us, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Would you ever build a custom home? What pieces of your heart would your design reflect?