My Dream Home

I don’t have dreams about a fancy home
I don’t fantasize about specific styles, neighborhoods, fences, or pets
I don’t dwell on decoration. {In pretty much any aspect of life.}
I don’t find myself daydreaming about paint colors or fabric swatches

I do, often, catch myself dreaming about church.
Now, I will be the first to admit that it is literally an act of God to get me out of bed & into church on many Sunday mornings. So, stick with me.

I find myself dreaming about a church community that I could call home.
A place where I would connect to people, deeply, and all our conversations would ultimately be about how it is that we can best live in the light of His truth, in every aspect of our lives. That His glory would shine through us so that decoration isn’t necessary.
I find myself dreaming about a church community where the sounds of children are not only welcome, but are cherished.
I find myself dreaming of a church that doesn’t shy away from the controversial topics, but leans into a discussion that has the goal of seeking truth together.
I catch myself fantasizing about a community where people believe everything is spiritual.
That God’s design is truly sacred, and valuable.
That His command for us to care for His creation is not empty & void, but full of ways to give us more life.

I dream that this community would be such that people are not made to feel insignificant, but valued. That the number of people in the crowd is of no consequence, but rather, that the connection, the vibrance of the community is what is measured & what is challenged to grow.

I dream that this church would use every resource available to better the precious creation around them. That they would seek out children who have no families, and be part of healing their hearts & redeeming their stories forever. I dream that this church would take hold of the responsibility we have to seek out ways to help, ways to provide, ways to love radically in a way that shocks the culture around us.

I find myself dreaming these dreams and waking, aching for it to be real.

I remember coming back to America from India, from Africa, and having momentary bouts of collapse… Feeling as though my heart had been ripped out of my chest in a way that I never dreamed could feel so real. I remember a conversation, with my then friend, John, who told me that I would & should always ache for home. And that some places will feel more at home than others – when I am most connected to my Creator – but that my home is not this world… that it’s a good sign that I would ache for home.

And, oh, I ache for home.
I ache for these dreams to be real.
I long for these hopes of heaven on earth.


What do you dream of when you feel the tension & longing for heaven?

New Year. New Reflections.

2010 was THE year of my life.

Got married.
Discovered we’re pregnant! gets 1000+ visitors in one month.

And on December 15th we welcomed Amelie Rose Roquemore into the world.

One of the things I thought would never happen, happened this year: I found myself totally enjoying and living in the present.

Most of my life I spent my time either regretting the past or planning for the awesome life I would have, in the future. Over the course of the last couple of years (in my journey with Lee Anne) Jesus led me to live fully present
– using the past to understand failure and success
– using the future to plan and re-plan; focusing on the process

So this year I am submitting myself to live out the life before me and relish every moment – growing and learning and reflecting (via blog) along the way.

We have shifted our lifestyle and will do even more so this year… so we’ll share tips, stories and maybe a recipe or two.
We think stories are important so lots of amazing films will be watched (stories worth telling, told well), and so reviews, thoughts and such will be posted.

And of course, lots of new parenting/marriage adventures will be shared, questions asked and discussions started.

Welcome 2011. 😀