But you know? We're finally getting somewhere. Finally good ol' Peace is sticking around for more than, like, ten minutes.
Am I ready for a tiny house like I showed you in my last post? Uh, no. But what I do need is to own less stuff. Lately clutter has, hmm.... How can I say this without sounding wacky? Clutter has threatened to push me into the ever-popular activity known as panic attacks. Notice I said threatened--I've not fallen into one. Not yet. But last week I was iffy.
So currently I'm bailing clutter out of this house as if in a sinking ship, bailing water to save myself from drowning. Bail, baby, bail! :)
(I also realized Tom and I need a different hobby than zooming around to yard sales every weekend. That's too much like recovering alcoholics using the weekends to visit bars. Alas.)
The other thing God and I are discovering is that I must have a house with at least two bedrooms on the first floor--unlike what we have now. The second bedroom would be a man cave for Tom.
For ages I believed I needed the room with a door, but the man cave idea is a better solution all-around. Of course,(and thankfully), Tom loves that idea.
He can even have our big-screen tv in a man cave-- I don't care anymore. For more than watching tv, I need a semblance of my Suzy Homemaker life back. Seriously. And if I could close Tom off into his own dream room then I could almost have my house back as I used to in the old days when Tom had a real job. You know, back when I was happy. And Tom loves the whole man cave idea, trust me. Just give him a tv, a recliner, a table with a computer, a closet and some shelves for his stuff, and well, he'd consider it all Disneyland. Heaven on Earth.
So now God and I are getting somewhere. Now I'm discovering why things have felt all wrong around here lately: I wasn't respecting the person God made me, but rather, I was stuffing her deep down inside, telling her to just make the best of things. Yet in this case, it hasn't worked and slowly (slowly!) I am learning that if Grace walked out a backdoor and never returned, well, somewhere something is all wrong. Grace-less life is, well, awful.
It's just, well, Good.
"The truth will set you free."
Note to self: When Grace walks out the door, follow her!