My ideal
place is pretty simple. It’d be a cozy place with lots and lots of books. All
kinds of books. Well, I’d be okay with there being no horror books. And I’m not
crazy about romance novels (especially the dirty ones). I love libraries. Big
public or school libraries. My high school had a library that was kind of
rounded. I loved it. The room would of course need a huge comfy chair. The kind
of chair that you would find in a “bachelor pad.” Not that I want the chair to
look that way, but I’d want it to be comfortable that way. I would want the
room to have a big window with a beautiful view. I would want the view to be of
nature—trees, mountains, ocean, whatever—and I don’t want to have to worry
about looking in. There would have to be a light in the room for when it is
dark outside as well.
I would
also want an office. One with a big desk with drawers. Filing cabinets,
organized stacks of paper, and maybe another bookshelf too. My dream house
(yep, I moved up from “ideal place” to “dream house”) would also have a music
room that is sound proof and big enough for my piano, guitar, djembe, and any
other large-ish instruments I might get. The music room would also need a
bookshelf or some other way for me to organize the music I have. An art and
crafts room would also be pretty nifty. And a hallway where I can hang up the
most random stuff.
Oh, and I would want a little room
as an actual prayer closet. I would want that little room to be a light yellow
with blue quotes written on some of the walls. I would hang up my world map in
there. I would also want a large-ish whiteboard or chalkboard where I could
write prayer requests and reminders of people and things to pray for. Actually,
that might be my ideal place. I know I don’t need to go anywhere to find God,
and I don’t need quiet to hear Him, but that would be my quiet place where it’s
just about God. To physically go somewhere to be close to God but that place
never be far away, that’s my ideal place.
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