If you follow me or my hubs online, you probably saw that we bought our first home a few months ago! This is huge for us after struggling through sucky living situations for years. Before we even started the home-buying process, I told Bryson I refused to fight for a house. I knew that if God wanted us to be in a one, He would make it happen and it would be “easy”. I prayed every time we went to scope houses that God would make it clear if we found the one He wanted for us. After looking at quite a few, God brought us here:
The funny thing is, the day we came to this house we had a whole list of ones we wanted to see, including one we were convinced we’d want. The excitement of seeing that home made us rush through when we looked at this one. Luckily that house wasn’t the one and we took a second look at this one. We were sold the second time around. The whole process was fairly simple – the sellers worked with us and delivered on their promises, our neighbors greeted us, and it’s right where we wanted to be location wise. God really delivered, guys.
There are a few things we plan on doing to make it more our style. The whole inside has been repainted and I re-vamped the kitchen cabinets (not shown). It’s all a work in progress, but we LOVE it so far
I got to spend a lot of time alone here while I was painting our kitchen cabinets. It gave me a chance to dwell on the other dreams I want to accomplish – some soon, some long term. Obviously you guys know we’re trying for another baby. We have a room picked out for him/her already and I spent quite a bit of time in there praying alone. The one thing I kept coming back to is praying that our kids know they are loved in this house.
I grew up in a home that was hostile. I was always uncomfortable and walking on eggshells. I always felt like there was nothing I could ever do that would be enough. I never really feel like anyone cared about anything I was doing or going through, and there were times it was definitely unsafe for me to be there. By the time I was 12, I started staying with friends or other family members for WEEKS if I could pull it off. We’ve all heard the phrase “it takes a village”, but I appreciate it much more now that I’m an adult. I’ve realized just how differently my life could have turned out if I didn’t have a village of people who stepped up and gave a shit about me when they didn’t have to. As bad as it got at home, I never once had to worry if I’d have somewhere to go when it all became too much. There was always a safe place for me to be. To those people, it was just a sleep over. It meant so much more to me.
So, my biggest prayer for this house is that it will be a place of love and safety to kids who need it. Our kids, foster kids, their friends – this is the place I pray they all know they will find love. This is the place I want them to know they are accepted and cared for. I pray they hear about and feel a whole lot of Jesus here. There will be TONS of things I know I’ll screw up as a parent, but suffocating them with love will not be one of them.
But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. – Joshua 21:15