There was something within me that always wanted to build my own home. I bought “Design you own home” magazines, perused neighborhoods to look at different architectural designs, and daydreamed about some day picking out everything for my home and getting it just the way I wanted.
As we closed in on retirement, we chose a building lot in a recreational neighborhood outside of Dixon, Illinois—close enough to our children in the Chicago area, but away from the hubbub of suburbia. Glen and I drew up the plans for home, hired a good local builder, got all the paperwork, financing, and supplies in order and the project was underway. About once a week we’d drive the 75-mile trip to see the progress; six months later we moved in. The house was perfect for us, but yet we lived there only three years, after realizing a perfect house doesn’t make a soul-filled home
The Temple Solomon built was perfect in every way to honor God and to house the original tablets of the Ten Commandments. No cost was spared—gold, silver, bronze and the best timber was used, along with the most skilled craftsmen. And it did not last forever.
A house is only as good as the foundation it is built on, and the general contractor to call into action is God.
Lord, help us build our homes on Earth to prepare for our Eternal home. Amen.