Life Is Pretty Good

The sun is shining, it's +22 outside. Abby is fast asleep. I just had a lazy shower and my hair is down and straightened. And it feels really soft! Mark and I are getting a babysitter for tonight and are going to a friend's house for a BBQ. School/work is almost over. Got some good tunes playing. Mark is taking his last fishing trip with his buddies and you couldn't ask for better weather. Got my free frying pan from Co-op. Drinking the last glass of ice tea (extra strong!) And although the house hasn't sold, we've decided that the house we buy doesn't need to be that expensive. We can find a cheap, half decent house that we can actually afford and perhaps have some money left over to enjoy life. This means however, that anyone coming to visit may have to stay in the basement. We'll have a bed for you and we'll put in a space heater, but it won't be pretty...until Mark fixes it up. It felt so good to come to that conclusion. That I don't need a big house, I don't even want a big house. What I want is a decent looking house that keeps me warm and dry. Enough rooms for me and Mark and Abby and enough room to put a bed for company. And a tub. And a dishwasher - or a place to put one. Oh, and Mark really wants a garage or room to build one. I'd rather enjoy a small older house than watch every penny fly into a mortgage so I can can say I own a 5 bedroom 3 bath house that we can't really afford. There is a price tag on stress. And it's expensive. (I keep playing with my hair, you should really see it, it's actually nice for once.)

So that's how I'm feeling right now. Pretty good. It's nice. The house will sell, eventually. And it's not like we don't have a Plan B. Even if it does involve living with my parents! Oh well, did it before, can do it again! I think I am going to make an effort not to be so worried about the house selling. There's not too much more I can do anyway. It's up on Kijiji now so everyone can look at it. We're having a garage sale and open house next Saturday (tell your friends).

I think when Abby wakes up, we'll go for a walk. Or just play on the couch. Who knows. Maybe just play with my hair some more.

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Amy said…
We're totally in the same boat. Coming to (FINALLY!) the peace-bearing conclusion that we'd rather have a smaller home, however inadequate, over being married to our house. I really, truly believe God will provide and I'm holding onto that. It's just been so difficult with the pending suspension of the smelter and feeling the crunch of time.

You know, I've had to laugh at it all. It makes me think, as a know-nothing human (in comparison to the complete knowledge of God) that He must have a sense of humor. Keeping us waiting until the last minute and then granting us our prayers, as if to say, "See, if had just kept waiting, you'd see I was here the whole time." I mean, I recognize this as part of God's plan to form trust in us, but in the meantime it's driving all of us human a little crazy. And looking down upon us as a father, God must be having a little chuckle at that!

Anyway, we're here with you. You're not alone in this. And neither are we. Thank God for that! Lots of love, my dear!! XOXO

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