I feel that my home strongly reflects a blend of who I am and who I hope to be. 
The word that actually came to mind is “shrine,” as if it was a symbolic representation of who I am. 
It’s important I believe, for us to recognize the ways we shape our perspective of ourselves and allow that image to be pushed and directed by God. 
Following our conscience, and the Holy Spirit into recesses we wish weren’t there. The dark, cobwebbed corner of the closet that needs Lysol. 
That is Sanctification. 

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