columbia

a place of our own.

I realized last week, as we combed the city of Columbia looking at rental house after rental house, that I have spent the last four falls in a row house-hunting and packing and moving.  2009. 2010. 2011. 2012.  Maybe sometime I’ll be able to look back and chuckle at the irony of it.  Now is not that time.

Let’s just say there were lots of tears last week.  And not only from my three-year-old.

But, this was a new week.  And God gave us a gift.  A place of our own.

An adorable, spacious, charming house right downtown.  Just down the street from the community garden.

There’s a huge mix of emotions, but I think right now I’m mostly so very happy.

I do believe this house will be a place of healing.  A place of rest.  I trust it will be a place of welcome.

A wise friend said to us, when we had to leave South Asia abruptly four months ago, “You will be tempted to think that these next few months are an interruption to your life; they’re not.  They are your life, this is the path God has always planned for your family.”

That’s how I want to look at right now.  We’re not just waiting for whatever’s next.  We’re living right here, in this day God has given us.  We’re enjoying this house, this city, these people God has surrounded us with.

We’re giving thanks.

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