when i asked ian what i should write about tonight, he said "why you love living here." what a good suggestion, because i have been thinking a lot this weekend about how much i love our little rental home. and how home is such a good thing, that somehow satisfies a tiny bit of our greater longing for heaven. as i write this, we're enjoying a beautiful warm breeze on our porch, ian sitting comfortably with his legs up. a moment of rest for us both. devon is mowing our grass. the birds are shuffling from the clothesline to the trees above. our flatmate is quietly inside. and i love it.
creating a home is such a blessing. for me, it's one part of our lives that i can somewhat control. the decorating, the colors, the mood that it creates, are all controllable for the most part. God frees us to create homes here that we love, where we feel comfortable, where we feel Him.
i'm thankful for our little 50s ranch house, with the big yard and porch that have created tons of memories with our friends and families. i'm grateful that Agnus who lived here before us planted beautiful flowers that still bloom and put hooks all around the porch where i can string my lights and curtains. i'm thankful that our first two years together have been spent here, on our quiet little street, tucked in by pine trees. and i'm grateful that this is but a mere shadow of what our home in heaven will feel like. now we see in part.