I often dream about what I’d like my “permanent” home to look like. How I’d like for it to flow and provide extra space for big Sunday dinners like my granny used to have. I picture open spaces with big windows looking out over a horse pasture and lots of natural light filling the rooms.
As I picture this house, in my mind, its rooms are large, not grand, but large enough to not crowd each other’s space. The kitchen has lots of cabinets, and lots of counter space that are not cluttered. It definitely has a dishwasher and it has an island with bar stools for extra seating. The kitchen, dining, and living room are all together, an open concept home if you will. The kitchen table is wooden and large with seating for at least 8 so that at least most of us can fit and all sit together with room for highchairs for precious grandbabies.
As I think about this house, my mind tends to drift and takes me back to days past and how I’d like to see myself in the future. It reminds me of time spent in a little two bedroom house with a tiny kitchen that had a wooden kitchen table that sat 4 people. It was situated in a small dining room that had a door that led into a little living room. (Although, as a child, this home seemed much larger than it really was.) It was a time when having a little, really meant having a lot.
I can still see my granny standing in her tiny kitchen with her apron on cooking for everyone on Sundays after church. I remember her plopping me up on her laminate kitchen countertop allowing me to turn the crank on her old flour sifter. I can still hear the scraping sound as it rolled across the metal screen. I can still see her hands covered in flour as she would gently knead and pat the dough. Again, she allowed me to roll out her beautiful fluffy biscuit dough and cut them into circles with her red topped biscuit cutter. Her biscuits were perfect every time. (I still don’t know how she did that. Seems like my biscuits turn out different each and every time I make them.) I can still hear the popping and crackling of the best fried chicken around. I can still see the steam as it rose from the pot of green beans I’d sat and helped her break fresh from her garden during the summer. The smells that filled that little house are ones now that rekindle such good memories and ones I hope to make with my own grandchildren.
On Sundays, two rooms of that little house were filled with loud chatter and rustling of the Sunday News paper, and of course, football playing on the three channel turn knob TV. At times there were 15 of us crammed in those two tiny rooms sitting on top of each other and being careful not to step on children sprawled out all over the floor. These were some of my best memories. All of us squished together, enjoying a home cooked meal, with laughter filling the air.
All of our needs were met in that tiny little house filled with so much love. But sometimes I wonder about my granny’s dreams and if she ever longed for more space. I wonder if she ever got tired of hand washing all those dishes, or frustrated over little things in her kitchen. We all have them; things we wish were different, changes that would make things easier or a little more convenient. But I never heard her complain. Maybe it was because I was too young to pay attention. Or maybe it's because she never did.
Is it okay to dream bigger dreams, to have a desire for “better” things? Of course it is. God himself has a desire for bigger and better things for us. But sometimes bigger may not necessarily be better. Finding contentment in your right now is what is best. There are things in our lives that may not be the most convenient, but The Lord says it starts right where you’re at. Contentment is a state of mind; it’s a matter of the heart. It’s a focus on the eternal not the temporal. The world’s idea is biggest is best, get all you can get! God’s idea is give all you have. Luke 6:38 “Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”
This is a lesson for me. I need to learn to be content right where I am. Realizing I don’t "need" a bigger kitchen to begin making these type memories. It can start now, in my little kitchen. The Lord knows all my needs and…all my desires. He is a good God. Not only will he supply all my needs as quoted in Philippians 4:19 “But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus”, but he also promises to give me the desire of my heart, Psalm 37:4 “Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” IF I delight and focus on Him! And if I remain focused on Him, He will be all I need. I know that my granny now has the desire of her heart and I can’t wait to see her brand new kitchen, although, she may have desired for it to be just like the tiny little kitchen that we all crammed ourselves in and where we created so many happy memories together.