A few finishing details remain: mats and frames for my son’s eighth grade watercolors, knick-knack shelves for small framed photos, a window valance, and the ceiling fan. Otherwise, my room is complete.
I like reclining on my bed and observing the tranquil order of my space. The pinks and pale greens, the eclectic mix of furniture old and new, the lovely laminate flooring punctuated by throw rugs: all of this lends peace to my soul.
One night this week, my heart bursting with joy and gratitude for this hard-won transformation—not just my bedroom but my whole life since arriving on Whidbey Island three years ago—the words “house of prayer” swept through me. Just as my personal surroundings reflect order and serenity, I want my life to reflect the same.
In the living of each moment, my prayer is to share through words and actions the profound love and joy that only the Prince of Peace can give. He inhabits all the rooms of my soul, even and especially the ones that desperately need restoration.
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