In my Father’s house are many mansions. - John 14:2 (KJV)

I had a dream over forty years ago. It was a beautiful house, and I was so happy. I was in my Father’s house, in his arms. Then I woke up. I grew up without a father. I didn’t realize how much that hurt until my adult life. After my mother died when I was thirteen years old, I moved from house to house. The Lord spoke to me in another dream. He told me to write my story about my experiences in each house I lived in, and each house would be a chapter in my life. I had lived in many houses. When I finally accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior, I was no longer fatherless, for he is a father to the fatherless.