It’s Friday, and five minutes is about all I have these days so I thought I’d join the Gypsy Mama and write with all I’ve got in the time I’ve got. Jump on over there and join us! One-handed typing is welcome. Can you tell?
Today’s topic? Here. Here goes:
We’ve lived here for six years. It’s hard to believe, really. When we came, he said we were on the “seven year plan.” Seven years to remodel and renovate. We stripped floors, painted walls and waited. The kitchen and bathrooms still need the facelifts we promised them six years ago. They’ve been sidelined in favor of painting walls pink, then yellow then pink again. The floor I loathe is still staring back at me each morning, and I still mop and scrub and try not to complain. Some days I don’t. Others….well, you probably know about the others.
Still, we’re here, though I never planned to be. The house needs painting, the grass needs mowing and I need to be grateful for all that I have. Because the six years we’ve been here have given us so much more than a house and the to-do list that goes with it. They’ve given us a home, and God has filled it with blessings and babies and friends who come and go. And, I am reminded that the God who is with me wherever I go is also with me wherever I stay.
P.S. This took closer to eight minutes due to chocolate milk spilled all over my bed, babies who keep gurgling threats to cry and the pacifiers I keep putting back in their mouths. In the spirit of Five Minute Friday, however, I just pressed on.