A Moment To Dream

My bare feet patter through the mud that is still lying around all over the property. I step up onto the concrete veranda and enter the 'house' but the 'door' that leads into the 'kitchen' after peaking in Mum and Dad's 'bedroom' 'window'. I wander slowly through the kitchen, the lounge room and then take a turn that leads me to the foot of the stairs. My hand rests on the rail as I begin to climb them, glancing back to say "goodnight" to my imaginary family downstairs. Up, up, up I climb.
Not much has changed upstairs since I was here last. Only a few sheets of Gyprock have been stored up there. Maybe they'll go on the walls sometime soon. I'd like that.
Walking through a random 'bedroom', I duck through the little whole in the 'wall' and then turn right and literally walk the plank into my 'bedroom'. Here I am. My little Haven. If I look down I can see right through the floor into the kitchen. But I don't. I take a moment too look out over the vibrant green valley to the rich green mountains in the distance. I imagine what it would be like to have four walls around me and be looking though a restricted space I would call a window. I fantasise how my furniture will fit in and how I will arrange it. Standing there on the plank in my 'room' I take a moment to dream of what it will be like to live in a house again. I think it will be pretty good.
Our house is a work in progress. Slowly, slowly, day by day, week by week, it has been transforming into a house shape. Soon we will make it into a home.
As I stand there I wonder if God ever looks into my heart and takes a minute to imagine what it will be like when He has finished His work in me. I wonder if God ever takes a moment to dream of the day when I will truly be like Him.