Friday, December 16, 2011
A Promise Fulfilled
Got up again at 4:00 this morning, even though I stayed up till a whole 8:15 last night. heh.
Well, long about 5:00 I felt like numbering the ways that Hobbit Cottage is better than Healing Acres and the list became long:
The way the bird feeders stand closer to our windows so now we don't need to use binoculars.
How we're closer to shops and businesses of all kinds (thus saving gas money galore) and the way my 8-miles-closer supermarket is an enchanted-lost-in-Time place, what with its 1950's music which makes me feel like a vintage housewife, even while driving to the store because of my dream-come-true radio station.
The fact that I have real kitchen cabinets, a smaller yard I can manage alone and a watchable river from our front porch. The way Hobbit Cottage belongs to us, no monthly payments necessary (though of course, there are taxes. Hard to avoid those, especially in New York!).
The prettier, more comfortable upstairs area, a truly non-skid bathtub with a shower head powerful enough to rinse my hair and a bathroom tissue holder I don't have to curse at just to put on a new roll.
A clean, dry basement where I can hang my laundry to dry rather than lug a basket of heavy wet clothes up two flights of stairs so to hang them upstairs in bad weather. Actual sidewalks for afternoon strolls, a downstairs office for Tom (and all his stuff) and the way the sun shines all day in the living and dining rooms and kitchen.
In fact, only one thing isn't quite as good--we don't have an automatic garage door nor electricity out to the garage. But hey, I can so live with that.
So anyway, at the aforementioned enchanted supermarket this morning while singing along with Those Were The Days, My Friend (and not caring who heard me) it hit me:
God kept His promise.
What promise, you ask? Well, way back in February the day after Lennon The Cat passed away, my heart truly felt like it was going to snap in-half inside my chest. I was that heartbroken, for I'd never given so much of my heart to a cat before. Then so quietly I 'heard' God say, "Oh Debra, I will make this up to you. I promise."
And all these months later, He has. Above and beyond what I could ask or even think. And because God and Grace live here at Hobbit Cottage, too, my happiness is complete. Without their presence and favor, it would all just be stuff and things. But with them? It's all amazing.
So give God time, ok? The first half of my year was dreadful circumstance-wise, I couldn't read exactly what was happening and outside of my relationship with God there was little joy. But the last half? Incredible inside, outside, upside-down.
Oh! Some of you may enjoy these Fairytale Houses. Fun stuff!
Nearly finished mailing out my Christmas cards. They seemed to send themselves off this year. Kinda hard to explain, but it was good and a joy, whatever it was.