This place it feels like home and my heart is full with the awareness of His good and perfect gifts, in the way that he causes doors to close and open and lead us right to them. It’s not the house we fell in love with earlier, or the one that we eagerly filled out the application for and nearly put down a deposit. We found in when something inside urged, no, keep looking. The next morning, we walked in the door of this place, and there was no question in our minds.
I could go on and on about every detail, down to the fenced-in backyard, the deep wrap around front porch, the three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and the rent, which exactly what we paid for a two bedroom duplex in Minneapolis. I could go on and it would sound like we previously had lived in a shack, but this is the first actual house we have lived in as a couple. A house where no one lives upstairs or downstairs on the other side of a wall.
And each place before has been good for that season, but here, this is something special.
On Saturday, after all our friends were gone, Matt turned on a record louder than usual. His first reaction was to say, “Sorry it’s kind of loud.” I paused and responded with, “It’s okay, it’s not bothering anyone.” And before I turned the corner and took a step down the wall, my throat and eyes welled up, because that feeling of not having shared walls with anyone at all, it’s magical, like you’ve just been handed keys to a whole new world.
In our last place, we had one bathroom the size of the second bathroom here. It was cozy, which is a nice way of saying tiny and you can imagine that anytime more than one person needed to be in there took great maneuvering skills. Here we have a master bath, that could fit a chaise lounge. I know that huge bathrooms don’t matter in light of eternity, but it’s one more detail that is above and beyond.
In the middle of the house there is the rectangle hub where doors and hallways meet, my friend said, you have a space that is just for walking, it doesn’t need to serve any other purpose. It’s not a hall/laundry/storage/kitchen/studio/playroom combination, it’s just for walking. Sure, it’s just walls and floors, but it’s space to be and breathe and feel overwhelmed at the provisions of a God who loves us and knows our desires.
I can’t help but feel it, when I walk down the hall or feel the breeze on the porch, or stand in my massive bathroom. It’s a gift, a beautiful gift, and it says that not only is it possible that we live in North Carolina, but we also get to live in this house and have space to enjoy it and to share community and be a blessing and to gather inspiration and create.
And on and on and on.
He loves us, oh how he loves us.