This is my home.
I know what you’re thinking…
It’s small.Yes, it is.
It’s blue. It’s Old Towne and we didn’t pick the paint, but it grows on you.
How can you live there with four of you?! We just do.
Aren’t you planning on moving with your family growing?! We plan on moving when God closes this chapter and clearly opens another.
But where is Jonah going to sleep?! In his bed just like the rest of us.
Is it even 1,000 square feet? Probably not.
I have grown increasingly unsettled with the over-arching sense of entitlement we, as Americans have in our daily lives to the point where it’s making me unnerved enough to sit down and examine my own life to re-focus my priorities.
Most may look at my home and think it’s too small, too old, too whatever. What I have to say to all the naysayers is the following:
It is also the home Sadie went from crawling to walking, to running in.
It is the home that Jonah came from from the hospital in.
It is the home where we have paid down thousands of dollars in debt.
It is the home where we share family dinners every night in.
It is the home that is always open to someone in need.
It is the home where we wrestle together on the floor.
It is the home where we run in circles around on the hardwood floors.
Where we treat our backyard like another room.
Where we open the windows first thing in the morning to let Yeshua’s (Jesus’) light in just like Nana Shara liked to do.
Where we bake our cookies while we make a mess on the floor.
Where we paint on the sidewalk with water.
Where we read our books on the couch.
Where we rock to sleep a crying baby on the porch swing.
Where the dishes wait, the laundry grows, and the floors collect dust so we can play some more games.
Where we laugh and cry after the sun rises and before the sun sets.
Where my husband comes after a long day at work for respite.
Where I savor the easier days and cling to God on the harder days.
Where Sadie and Jonah are learning to laugh and love one another for the rest of their lives.
This is my home. Where we live. Really live. It’s not about how many bedrooms I have, or the square footage, or the designer labels. It’s about raising my family within the confines of these walls to love the Lord and all He has given us because He really has given us everything we could ever ask for.
So stop asking and start thinking about what you have in your home. And I’m not talking about the granite counter tops or the neutral carpet or the crown molding on your walls.
I hope you’re lucky enough to say your home looks just like mine.