Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” ---Hebrews 13:5
(Note: if Home is only 'a place to hang your hat,' you may not understand this post, the intensity we decorators/nesters-at-heart feel.)
So last week a friend wrote that she hoped I would make peace with my house.
I thought, "Wow! That was so two years ago. I guess she missed my blog posts about acceptance." シ
But yeah, I spent some years becoming grateful for Hobbit Cottage--and I am (now), even though it's in no way my dream house. No. Way. My. Dream. House.
I'll not live in that one until Heaven.
And you know? When I finally accepted that fact, God gave me a gift of patience to wait--and--without being all cranky in the meantime. heh.
What also helped: I stopped watching HGTV (for immorality reasons) and wow. That's when I ceased wishing for a new house. Yep, about that exact time. All those houses, all that decorating--gone.
(Weird note: Earlier I'd given-up viewing Home Town. Why? During the reveals, Erin's rooms made me wild with discontentment. I'd cry, even, because gorgeous rooms like hers will never belong to me upon Earth. And yes, in this case, I can say never. Sometimes you just know.)
My house envy also disappeared when I stopped daily scrolling down local real estate online. I mean, why welcome temptation and frustration into my heart? (Toward the end I had no peace while viewing houses, but still I did it--until I told myself to knock it off.)
And then Tom and I, now in our 60's, began slowing waaaay down and suddenly our small, easy-to-clean rooms felt gift-like. Just considering moving exhausted us! Oh, someday we'll likely move into an assisted-living/townhouse/whatever type place, but that'll be it. The last place. (Already we're praying we'll survive that move.) ツ
So perhaps you noticed: it's been a process. Rarely do any good, necessary changes in our lives happen in one day. This releasing of my dream house wishes, this acceptance that some things just are the way they are: it's required process. Experience. Time.
But anyway, I'm grateful that we took advantage of the earlier house-buying, moving, traveling, farming seasons of our lives. That we didn't procrastinate them until they became impossible.
And as I've mentioned before, our bucket lists stand nearly empty. What remarkable decades, seasons, God gave us and still is, these different, but still special later years.
You can color us extremely thankful. Indeed.
"In a sense, contentment is the absence of worry—whether that be about who we are, what we have or don't have, or what our condition is in life. Many people struggle to be content. Human nature tends toward discontentment, but the Bible teaches us that we are to be content with what we have ( Hebrews 13:5 ). Contentment does not mean we cannot desire something or wish for a change in our life circumstances, but it means that we have learned to be satisfied with what we have in the present." ---copied
Often we won't feel differently until after we behave differently.
What I'm reading lately? Beverly Cleary's Ramona books. It had been a few years and oh, that Ramona! She makes this 2021 world a sweeter place. ツ
In case you have extra time, here's a post I wrote years ago about a poignant chapter from the book, Ramona's World.
Please remember: My posts are always about more than they appear to be.
"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ... Matthew 6:14,15