We’re moving. We finally bought a house. I’ve been praying for this for a while, so I really can’t wait.
It has everything I wanted. A beautiful view. A bit of character. A layout that lends us privacy. And a neighborhood with friends a stone’s throw away.
Everything I wanted! Except one thing. It needs work.
Pretty much every lovely room needs something. Paint. Flooring. Updates. Oh, and the outdoor wood siding and trim need to be painted. Not a small job. A work in progress.
When they power-washed the outside, little bits of rotting wood were exposed. We were expecting this, but it’s kind of alarming to see.
Sometimes I lay awake at night and think, This is such an adventure! I don’t deserve this.
And other times I wake up and wonder, What was I thinking? This is way too much.
Feels a bit like my family and life in general. So much potential…but so much risk. And a little overwhelming.
The other day I prayed, Lord, my family feels like a little ancient walled city with huge breaks in the walls and breaches about. I can only do so much. There are just too many vulnerable places. I can’t protect them all.
a walk in my welly boots 