Have Faith and Obey

"For every house is builded by some man; but he that buildeth all things is God. 
And Moses verily was faithful in all his house, as a servant, for a testimony of those things which were to be spoken after;
but Christ as a son over his own house; whose house are we, if we hold fast the confidence and the rejoicing of the hope firm unto the end."

Hebrews 3:4-6  (emphasis mine)

I have always found it very interesting that the word house is used to mean both the physical structure that we live in as well as well as the family we are part of.  One is built by mankind, the other by God.

I find it interesting that God told me to design what I wanted and He would give it to me.  Obviously, he was speaking of the physical structure, because I knew just what I wanted for children, and that is not what I got.  I always wanted three boys and three girls, born in pairs.  My brother was my best friend growing up, and I wanted my children to have the same experience.  God chose to give me five boys.  They are friends, but all boys?  I would never have chosen that!  Don't take me wrong, I love them dearly. 

Seeing how much I enjoy my boys, is one of the reasons I find it hard to design just what I want.  There are so many variables.  I would have never chosen to have all boys, but nothing could be more perfect for us.  How am I to know what is best for my family?  For my home?  I have some ideas of what I want.  Some that haven't changed for years, others that change almost daily.

What I really want is something that looks like an 19th century manner, complete with antiques, that is self cleaning.  Real practical, don't you think?  Now, for something we could all live in... That is difficult.  I don't mind where we are at.  It is finally beginning to feel like home, but I know that I have been given an offer that I cannot refuse.  I asked God for a home, and He told me to design it.  That is my order, and I need to obey, no matter how many plans I scrap along the way. 

The rest of Hebrews 3 speaks of the Israelites that fell in the wilderness, because they refused to have faith and obey.  They did not enter His rest, in the promised land, because they refused to obey.  They wandered until they died.

I don't want to be like that.  A wanderer, with a roof over my head, never feeling or being truly at home.