I stumbled on this song months ago and knew it gave words to our one-day new home. I knew we would probably end up with an old home, a fixer upper, and I find beauty in that. In living new fresh life in old walls. Consider playing this song as you scroll through these pictures. It’s somewhat of a blessing I’ve been humming over this new home.
These pictures are from our first time showing the kids the house, after we had keys in hand. We didn’t want to show it to them at all until it was officially ours, because the process had been difficult for them when offers on previous homes had fallen through. We opened the door for the first time, they ran in squealing. Brandon carried me over the threshold. It was a sweet, sweet moment after a long wait. And how appropriate that we closed on the house and took the kids to see it for the first time on the first day of Spring! I kept thinking of these words:
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.”
Song of Solomon 2:10-12
And so, we get to move in and watch everything come to life, turn green, blossom and shine. We feel full of hope for what is ahead, seeing God provide this home for us in His own time and way through miraculous means.
Brandon and I have been working all week getting things ready and clean, and we emptied out our storage container yesterday into the home. I took the kids this morning and began unpacking a few toys for them to play with as I set up the kitchen. They were so excited, seeing our things again and seeing the home begin to take a bit of shape. The furnace decided not to work the day after we closed, so we are still working on getting that taken care of so we can move in officially.
Our last home had the numerical address 23 and for a long time now I have been clinging to Psalm 23. As we’ve walked this journey with Phoebe and her health battle, as we’ve admitted to ourselves that we have a chronically ill child, as I’ve fought gnawing fear in the dark of night, Psalm 23 has been a constant companion and comfort. It was always familiar but now it is personal. Now it is like a sharp sword in my hands against the darkness. When I saw that our house number on this new little white house was 623, I thought immediately of Psalm 23:6 and looked it up. How fitting it is.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
This is His promise to us in this life, isn’t it friend? No matter what we are walking through, whether joy or pain in our current circumstances, surely GOODNESS and MERCY are gonna follow us everywhere we go. AND? We might have just bought our first home, but our hope isn’t wrapped up in these walls, thankful though we are for a place to call home. We are always a bit out of place in this world, always a bit left longing for the house of the Lord. Always pilgrims until we make it there one day. We are gonna make it there one day, friend. We are going to dwell with Him in HIS house forever. If the joy we feel in buying our first home is only a foretaste of that joy, oh what great joy it will be!
I can’t wait to share more of our journey as a family in this new little home with you, readers! Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. And may our hearts like doors open wide, open wide.
ps. Thank you to so many of you who have prayed with us and for us as we walked out this long journey and as we continue to face battles and uncertainties ahead. We couldn’t have done it without you! Specifically our families, our parents, my parents for letting us live with them in the interim and bring a whole lot more noise to their lives, as well as our church family and specifically our life group. Kim + Time, Heather + Chris, Kevin + Mary Lynn, Tessa + Rod: you guys are OUR PEOPLE. You have blessed us with scripture, prayer, encouragement, meals, muscle and brawn. You are teaching us what it means to live as Christ’s hands and feet here and how beautiful it is to live knit-together lives.