Today, I allow myself to daydream outside my usual thinking. Using I dream in the area of my own home, no most of my daydreams usually involves my dreams of owning my businesses. Daydreaming of how to make my clients happy. But today I have a rare chance to daydream of how I would want to design my home to make a place of rest and of joy. In my daydreams I don’t look at the price I look at what makes me stop what makes me like it. So I let my imagination go a little. I’ve found I love the simple things with character. I love a little pop of surprise. I love classic with a modern twist. I love big things with sound structure an smaller things that creatively makes little sends but together they add life to a room. I love quality things that are inexpensive. I hate faked weathered wood but a hint of age in an accent is lovely. I don’t like bows but I do love tassels. Wires and wood seem to belong. Plastic and glass do not. Bookshelves preferably within a library nook is an absolute must. I love things in their places, clean, but not perfect. My photographs hung on the walls and paintings from dear friends. I want a home that inspires people to become alive, a home well lived in, a place for us to find ourselves and be strengthened. I want chairs comfortable enough for people to spend hours in, loosing time in laughing and enjoying good company. But having my home is probably years. But oh, for one hour of indulgent I have realized what I want most of all is a place that describes me and my family when I cannot in words, express the inner longings of blessing others and myself.