In 1983 we built our first house. It was only 1200 square feet, nothing grandiose, but it was ours. Jane and I thumbed through lots of magazines to get ideas. In the process, we came across a picture of a wood-sided house with a soft grey color. This was it; this is what we wanted our house to look like, at least the exterior. So we drove to the paint store recommended by the builder, carrying the magazine along for a color match. The next day we handed the chosen paint chip to the builder and thought nothing more about it.
A few days later, I went to check the progress of the construction. As I drove down the street, I saw that the house had been painted……… completely painted…….. blue……….. sky blue……… not the beautiful grey we had imagined. I was stunned. There was a small crowd of neighbors standing in the street when I pulled up. All of them had their mouths hanging open, with the same stunned look on their faces. One of them said in a dazed voice, “They painted it blue. Why did they paint it blue?”
My question exactly………
When I got home, I informed Jane of the bad news. We called the contractor to let him know the painters used the wrong color. He was certain that we were mistaken because he had gone to pick the paint up himself. We arranged to meet him at the house the next afternoon. When we arrived, he showed us the paint chip that we had chosen. He held it up to the side of the house……… He was correct; it was exactly the same color as the chip………… sigh!
Unfortunately, we were building the house on a tight budget and couldn’t afford to have it repainted. So…….. we lived the next eight years in a sky blue house. Once we got past the shock, it wasn’t so bad.
There’s a Spanish word that I really like – anhelar – it means to long for, to yearn for intensely. When you’ve been away from home for a long time, like for example the first time you move away from your parents, you long to return home, especially at holidays. Although I’ve never served in the military, I would expect that soldiers who are stationed overseas would have that same intense desire to be home.
Every family wants to have their own space, a place they call home, a place they turn to for solitude and peace. Maybe its something that God puts in every heart, a desire to be home, in our real home. God’s desire is for us to long for heaven, which is his home.
Psalm 27:4 – NIV