On this Memorial Day I'm remembering all who've given their lives for our freedom, including Jesus. He whom the Son sets free is free indeed, even while living in lands where our freedoms are slowly being snatched away. Someday all will be righted and in the meantime? I am aiming to let freedom grow and all fear shrink into nothingness within God's enormous love for us.
Would you like to read something purely delightful written by a daughter to her dad? Zip over here.
Well! Tom and I came to appreciate Hobbit Cottage more this weekend. We stood outside of two houses for sale, drove past another and walked through yet another in which they held a moving sale. The first house had charmed me for months online, but the real estate agent, in writing about the 3 bedrooms and large backyard, forgot to add this:
"And across the street from the lovely two front picture windows is a tall ol' ugly brick wall of an elementary school."
Gah. Earlier Tom had said maybe we could make an appointment to see it, but after beholding that wall? No. (And I won't tell you how long it took to shake my disappointment.)
The second house--a perfect one according to the photos-- sat on too busy of a street. Another (and we already knew this before driving by) had such a skinny, angled driveway that backing out of it would have--soon-- turned us into shaking, nervous skeletons of ourselves. So uh, no thanks.
And truthfully, the neighborhood felt a bit sad.
And I loved the 4th house even though it needed new flooring, paint and windows (and so much more), but its deal-breaker was (were?) 5 steep, uncovered concrete steps into the backdoor from the garage. And well, no way.
Considering houses to buy--it's our hobby as a couple. Deal with it. :) And like I said, at least we came away appreciating our little home sweet home, more.
While driving around searching-out houses, look what we found for only $10:
Yes, a much-needed bookcase for my little room at the top of the stairs. Funny, but it also reminded me of Gladys Taber for some reason.
And after I carried this (it's light) from the car and Tom and I lugged it upstairs and I moved two sets of shelves I'd had there previously into the storage closet as well the stuff on them and all those books? I crawled downstairs, collapsed face-down onto the couch and told Tom, "Ugh. After that little bit of work, I am wiped out. We just may have to stay in this house forever. What would I be like after a full, official move?"
So in my best old-fashioned soap opera voice (with organ music playing) I would ask: Will Tom and Debra ever leave Hobbit Cottage? Will they keep looking at real estate for fun and ideas, but not to buy? Stay tuned for their further adventures and find out." :)
And for those of you who enjoy reading book titles on shelves (you know who you are)-- here you go:
"But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you." ... Matthew 6:33