Some people have vivid, imaginative dreams. Maybe you’re one of those people. I’m not.

My husband enjoys reminding me that my dreams are “prosaic” - usually work-related, involving babies and their medical records, lab results, fluid rates and ventilator settings. Which is why last night’s dream took me by surprise. Wide awake at 5AM, I got up, puzzled and prayed over it.

Our family was exploring a new house. I think we were expecting it to be our new home. It was lovely on the outside — although I’m a little fuzzy now recalling the details, let’s just imagine along the lines of the Wickliffe House (click for gorgeous, gracious local color; you’re welcome).

The thing about this house, though -- the inside was a store. Like a department store, and not even a very nice one. Fluorescent lights, high ugly bare ceilings, metal racks haphazardly hung with questionable garments. The kids were confused and so was I. I didn’t really feel like shopping — I wanted a home!

And that’s all there was to the dream, as far as I can remember.

Pondering and praying this morning - I found myself asking “would you rather have a store or a home?”

Is my life a “store” trying to show off and “sell” things I’ve acquired, learned and accomplished? or is it a place of rest and comfort, of welcome and love?

This Advent I want to dwell in Christ and let Him dwell in me through His Spirit - to welcome Him as He welcomes me. I want to behold His glory and humble myself. I want to make time to listen to the dear ones in my life rather than making lists of decorations to put up and cards to send and things to buy. I do want to provide a welcoming and peaceful environment— I’m just thankful it doesn't have fluorescent lights or metal racks!

Here’s a beautiful opportunity to spend five minutes listening, beholding and dwelling — every day of Advent (if you want) — thanks to the Center for Christianity, Culture and the Arts at Biola University. I’ll take any other suggestions that don’t involve shopping!