I Go To Prepare A Place For You

Today, I saw this scripture from such beautiful personal revelations.

I used to go and visit my parents who lived about a 5 hour drive away almost every weekend.  They had a complete 2 bedroom suite on the ground floor of their home.  They could have rented out the suite, but chose to reserve it for my weekend use.

When I would arrive on Friday afternoon, the entire suite had been prepared specifically so that I would take joy and delight in the arrangement of “special things” and items of significance.

At the time, I owned 2 Afghan Hounds.

My dad had made a platform that housed their feed bowl and water bowl, (one shelf with dual bowl compartments for each dog) and had seamlessly attached it to the front of each night stand, coming off the front slightly below the shelf compartment. This was so they did not have to bend all the way to the floor to drink or eat!  This shelf attachment was stained to match the night stand, and appeared as though it had been a part of the night stand all along. Their night stands had the cutest soft glow night lights on the top; one in a moon, the other in a star.

This bedroom had twin beds with euro pillow-top mattresses, and my mom had made fitted mattress covers from treated canvas duck to cover the polyurethane mattress covers you buy in the stores.  Over top of the canvas mattress cover, she had made fitted polar fleece covers, complete with a pillow and matching polar fleece pillow case, so each dog had a fuzzy bed to sleep on.  In the closet was a 50 lb. bag of their specific dog food, and bags of dog cookies, chew toys, and all the kinds of toys they loved to play with.

My dad had made a dog run off of this bedroom, and had reconstructed a lower half door (similar to a barn door design) to fit in the doorway exiting the room to the outside covered chain link fenced dog run. The bottom half of the door was pivotal from the center, so that it swung circular in and out of the room. This enabled the dogs to come and go from the room to the run, at their leisure.  The bedroom door leading into the hallway was a pet gate so the dogs could see down the hallway when confined to their room (which was only at night or when we went out). My dogs would go crazy when I would drive into my mom and dad’s driveway; and once free of the car, would bound into the house and race each other to “their” room.  Each would jump onto their perspective bed, roll all over it, then bound off, race each other out the pet door into the run, have a sniff around, and then race each other back inside to go and find my parents. Upon whom they lavished with kisses and dog chatter in thanksgiving welcome!

My room had a 180 degree view of the lake, with patio doors out to my covered garden terrace.  My mom had made seasonal duvet covers and matching pillow shams and sheets.  She knew I loved lots of pillows and I had 6 full sized pillows on my bed. I had a hammock on  my patio.  On the post near the hammock was a small stand my dad had made that was large enough to hold a glass, a book or 2, and a bowl (to fill with snack goodies).

In the closet was a complete set of my clothes that I would need for vacation wear, and a couple of outfits for formal evening wear, on the occasion that we went to dinner out, and on the dresser was a complete jewelry chest of rings, earrings, bangle bracelets, necklaces, hair ornaments, etc. I had shorts, jeans, T-shirts, bathing suits, bathing coverups, blouses, skirts, pants, shoes, boots, hoodies, jackets, bras, panties, tanks, everything I could ever need.

The bathroom was complete with toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash, floss, Q-tips, cotton balls, HP, RA, powder, scented soaps, facial soaps, loofahs, tweezers, towels, hair dryer, curling iron, straitening iron, hot rollers, hair accessories, perfumes, and all the makeup items I ever used, as well as a washer and dryer of my own to use.

And the kitchen was stocked with all of my favorite drinks and foods for day and evening snacks.  I am addicted to yogurt, and there was always a full shelf of yogurt and gallon jugs of low calorie cranberry juice!  But, my dad insisted I bring up my own milk. . . .I am a voracious milk drinker, and he thought it too expensive to support my habit of milk consumption!

The living room had a sectional hydebed (in case I brought up friends) with two contemporary recliner chairs, a TV and a stereo system;  and a bar with a separate fridge and sink from that in the kitchen.  The bar was always stocked with beer, wine, and every flavor of soda you could ask for; and the bar had 4 bar stools to sit on, should we choose eat downstairs in the suite.

I never had to bring up anything with me; but literally could leave straight from work, except to stop at home and pick up the dogs.

My weekends at my parents home was the most relaxing, enjoyable and wonderful times of memory.  They lived in my most favored climate on my most favorite location, hot and dry, on a clean swimming lake.

As I was reading this scripture, John 14:3, the Holy Spirit quickened this memory to me, and another one of similar nature.

The other memory, was when I would house sit for a Pastor and his wife when they had to travel the world on Mission Trips.  When I house sat for them I only had one Afghan Hound. When I would arrive at their house, the entire house had been prepared just for my stay.  They went so over the top, I never, ever could ask for a house sitter fee, but truthfully felt like I should pay them to stay at their house. Again, the wife would have cooked all my favorite meals, and put them in the freezer. The fridge was stocked with all the foods and brands that I used, and they always left behind an abundance of Grocery Store Cards in case anything ran out, so I would not have to take money out of my account to eat or live.  The bathroom was well stocked, even to the hair color brand and color I used!  They had a dog bed that my Afghan just loved! and they had his preferred food and favorite snacks well stocked in their garage.   They also insisted that I use their car, and left me their gas card to keep their car filled. And to ensure I would use their car and not my own, they would have me drive them to the airport, and then pick them up again, when they returned.  Most often, the would sneak my car key from me before they left, and would hide it from me so I was unable to use my car for the duration while they were gone. A game we both played with each other!

John 14:1-4 says: “1 Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not true, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.”

If this over the top extension of consideration and kindness by my parents and by my hosts for whom I house sat was not only conceivable, but was created just for me, can your mind imagine the arrangements that Jesus Christ will make for every human being that asks for His forgiveness and asks Jesus to be their eternal Lord and Master of their life?  Think about the magnitude of what place He is in preparation for you right now. Nothing short of amazing! So great is His love for all who call Him by name!

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One thought on “I Go To Prepare A Place For You

  1. So that is what dog heaven will look like! LOL What a beautiful reminder of how God prepares a place of eternal glory for us- one that we can not fathom with our human minds.

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