Many places to live

I just read something beautiful in Henri Nouwen's the Return of the Prodigal Son. (actually, the entire book is beautiful. You should read it) While writing about the differences in people, the different struggles we all have, he implies that when Jesus says, "in my Father's house, there are many places to live," he means not just spatially, but that there is room for all of our quirks, personalities, thoughts, gifts, and unique redemptive stories. I've never liked to be put in a box. It's a comforting thought that heaven will not be uniform.