Last night, I did not want to go to bed. It was 10 O'clock, and I was sitting on the couch with our sweet dog snuggled next to me. The kids had been in bed for a while, but were not asleep yet. Jason was "watching" DIY. Actually, he was asleep. We had a fire in the fireplace, Christmas lights on, and I was enjoying the peace and beauty of my home. I love my home!
That is when it hit me, we have been in our house for 19 months now! I realize that might not seem like a big deal to you, but to us it is! It is the longest we have lived in any house since our move to Texarkana. In the last five years, we have lived in 5 houses. (I have shared in previous blogs about our struggles with jobs and poor choices when we first moved here, so you can look back if you are a little lost now.)
You know it is bad when your 5 year old daughter sees you packing away everyday decor, and she asks why you are packing. Even after I told her that it was to make room for Christmas decor, she had to confirm with, "We're not moving?" Since we moved here in August of 2006, we have lived in an apartment for 5 months, a house we built (and sold) for 18 months, a rental home (that I lovingly called the Redneck Riveria)for 10 months, and finally our current home for 19 months. Can you see now why it is a big deal?
As I thought back last night, I remembered how God has carried us through out this whole experience. Yes, we made some poor choices, but God is faithful. We have grown ever closer to Him, and trust Him no matter what! I do not know what God has planned for our future. I do know however, that as of right now, we are living in our Promised Land.