To Grandma's House We Go...

A week ago Tuesday, I wrote a blog post in which I told you about how much I liked the distraction of looking for a new home. Little did I know that that distraction would soon end and give way to a brand new one 24 hours later. Earlier that day, Joel and I had looked at a home in a great neighborhood. It was built with quality as a Parade Home 25 years ago...and hadn't been updated since. I kid you not, this place was decked out to the hilt in grandma's pink carpet and floral wall paper from the 80's. It had a plethora of fun little oddities, as well...like the washer and dryer in the kitchen, floor to ceiling mirrors, and a FULL kitchen in the basement...just to name a few. Joel was smitten with the place. He had this crazy look in his eye. I was NOT amused, as I was sure I knew where this was going. And I was right. Twenty-four hours and several renovation promises later, we had a house.

When I think about how it all came to be, I just laugh and shake my head a little. It is exactly the way God works in my life. He always takes something that I either (a) am afraid of, (b) swore I would never do, or (c) had completely written off from the start, and uses it to challenge my plans, ideas and misconceptions. Africa scared me. Infectious diseases scared me. So He sent me to Kenya to hold the hands of women and children infected with HIV/AIDS. Three times I've been there now. And I know I'll continue to go back. In grad school I swore I would never take a job in atmospheric computer modeling, believing I just didn't have the brains or patience for it. He sent me someone who believed I did. Almost a year and a half later, I surprise myself everyday with how much I love my job. So it makes sense that I am now knee-deep in color swatches and flooring samples, dreaming of how to make a home that I initially hated into something great...on a tight budget. I'm thrilled, I'm scared, I'm hoping to win the lottery. This house is nothing like what I thought we'd end up with. It has very few things that we actually set out looking for. But it's fabulous...and funky. It's potential is vast. And for some reason it just feels a little serendipitous, like it did when we bought our first house. Perhaps it's just because the four digits making up the street number of the new house are the same as our current house, just in a different order. Simply a coincidence? Probably. But I'm choosing to see it as an added assurance from above that this is the place we're to rest our heads and, Lord-willing, raise our family for years to come.

This is yet another page in the story of Joel and Holly. Another reminder that things rarely turn out the way you think they will. Another lessen in being open to what can happen when they don't. It's my prayer that this house will become a home, a place of refuge, warmth and love. Not only for Joel and myself, but for all who enter. And may we always be mindful of the One who has blessed us with it, so as never to take it for granted or cease to use it in ways that glorify His awesomeness. That's a very theological way of saying..."Please come visit! We will take good care of you!"

By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.
-Proverbs 24:3-4