We have been in the process of buying our first home for the past 3 months. Delays, delays, and loads of bull crap I'm sure, have landed us back home with my parents while we wait to close. I really don't need to describe this situation. I'm living back home. With 3 kids and a husband. In one small room. And my sister and her daughter happened to move back home the week after we did. Sooooo, you do the math. It's a tight squeeze but we manage. And we vacillate between claustrophobic meltdowns and calm thankfulness that we have a welcome place to stay. The kids love it, of course. But the marriage feels like it's been packed in storage with the rest of our belongings. Between sharing a room with the kids and my parents being down the hall, intimacy is on a sabbatical. It's out in the world "finding itself", I suppose.
|Small spaces. Feels like we're at summer camp. Well, I always wanted to go as a kid.|
|He's a goob.|
So just when I thought we were at the finish line...... God revealed another lap. I must need a lot of pruning, geez! But really, He is the author and finisher of my life. So bring it on.