Visiting family, family visiting us, a new baby, football, and more. Life is good.Read More
For the past two years, I've thought it and said it and muttered it more times than I can count. I just want a door to paint. A door that's ours. A door that feels like home. A door that means roots. A door that isn't connected to a shared exterior wall. A door for wreaths and knocking and threshold conversations. A door that says, but doesn't scream, "Maggie & Kyle live here." And, maybe, Maggie & Kyle's kids. But the funny thing about life is, it's not about you and your wants, your whines, your wishes. So I'm learning contentment all over again, just like I did last spring. Every time I get antsy and frustrated by the stagnancy of early adulthood, I chant to myself, Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. Because sometimes, I want to do what they do, with what they have, where they are.Read More
Plan a road trip? CHECK. Pack lunch? Not every day. I have no excuse. But I HAVEN'T eaten Jimmy Johns, and that's a big step for this Turkey Tom eater. Read a book? Working my way through Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery. But, hey. It's still January!Read More
It's a strange feeling, packing up our first year of marriage - my first year and a half of adulthood. We're surrounded by towers of boxes, all in different stages: flat and unformed, formed but not filled, filled but not taped. Our 877 square foot apartment is a chaotic maze of cardboard, full of dead ends.
I've never moved before - not really. Not to the degree that I've needed a moving truck and cardboard boxes. I was born and raised in the same farmhouse, and other than moving college stuff (clothes, books, plastic tubs) back and forth each May, moving a home is foreign to me.
So far, I don't ever want to do it again. Neither does Charlie.
He's rather concerned we're going to leave him behind.
If there is one thing I can't stand about this stage of life we're in, it's the lack of ROOTS. I just want to settle in. I want to buy a stamp with our address. I want to order checks in bulk, knowing the address won't change before they've all been used (yes, we write checks). I want to paint walls without dreading repainting them white in a year or so. And while we're on the subject, I want to paint our front door a chic shade of yellow. Or red. Or green, or blue. I want, I want, I want. Good grief.
And the Lord says, "Set your mind on things above, not on earthly things." [Colossians 3:2]
We feel like figurines in a shaken snow globe, waiting for everything to settle so we can see clearly. Meanwhile, struggling to fully trust the Lord, hobbling along on our own understanding (which is so insufficient).
"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" [2 Corinthians 12:9]
And weak we are.