I remember the day we walked in. We’d signed the paperwork, the keys were
ours, and we opened the door to a new construction so new it had plastic covering the freshly laid carpets and nothing but dirt in the yard.
“Pretty good for a first house,” I said to my mother-in-law.
“Pretty good for a third house, I’d say.”
I smiled but was honestly thinking that she was off her
rocker.
Had she seen the houses
people live in now-a-days? Times are
changing.
My husband and I, along with our family and friends, started
building sweat equity. We painted the
walls and transformed empty space into a lived in home. At least the upper level.
Compared to our apartment, it felt grand.
After years of waiting and negative pregnancy tests,
a second line finally appeared. We
emptied the second room of boxes and in its place put a crib and changing table
and a whole lot of baby gear for a tiny little person. A person we couldn’t wait to hold.
Grace arrived and construction on the lower level
began. Mostly completed by my hubby and
loved ones, the space was incredible and we finished with no mounted debt. Two adults and a tiny person made our house feel
like a castle…and we rested.
Eventually God blessed us with baby number two and just a
little over a year ago girl number three.
As our hearts burst at the seams with love it seemed that our house was
beginning to burst at the seams with space.
And the verbage began. “In our next house I’d like…” “We
could aim to move in ___ years ….”
Both of us began dreaming of the bigger and seemingly
better. And we rested in our plans.
And then new things happened. Our World Vision child became self sufficient
and we cried at the good-bye, surprised even ourselves by how much we’d loved
her. (I’ll have to introduce you all to
our new little Nayely sometime. What a
doll!) We took some small trips as a
family that still stretched the family budget and we cherished the
opportunity. We started taking advantage of the
walk from our house to the nearby school, pool, and library, now that our kids are
old enough to enjoy them.
And God started sending me new messages.
New conversations started.
This month marks 10 years in our home. If we stay here we can have it completely paid off when we are fifty. With the addition of one wall down stairs each girl could have her own room and a few somewhat miniscule style changes could change my little annoyances.
This month marks 10 years in our home. If we stay here we can have it completely paid off when we are fifty. With the addition of one wall down stairs each girl could have her own room and a few somewhat miniscule style changes could change my little annoyances.
Is bigger really
better? God challenged me.
And I’m certain the answer is no.
There is nothing wrong with square footage and I’m not saying we will for sure never move, but I am saying that He has worked a
revelation in my heart.
On a small scale, our location is unbeatable and more space
really equates to more to clean, which I can’t claim to love. But, on a much bigger scale, the concept of
paying the house off young means more opportunity down the road for travel and
charitable giving. It means opportunities
with the kids that would be impossible with a larger house payment and
the opportunity to instill in them the joy and value of humble living. It means thinking less about
ourselves and more for others. And, in
the process, we are actually happier.
I don’t think when my kids graduate they will look back and
say, “I really wish we had a 3 stall garage” or “My life would’ve been so
much more if only I’d have had a walk in closet.” They will remember road trips and dance and games
of Qwirkle around the dining room table.
They’ll smile about indoor
picnics on family movie night and reading mail from Nayely in the kitchen and
family prayers at bedtime and daily shared meals
Because even cheesy potatoes bring great happiness.
J {Grace’s teacher sent me this picture and I
couldn’t stop laughing.}
They will remember what was done in the living quarters they
had…not how much of it was there.
So God has given us
new rest.
Ironically, this plan gives me more excitement than the idea
of moving. We will build memories rather
than space. We’ll stand on His
foundation rather than that built by man. And we will appreciate this house which holds memory of all that He has given us and all that He wants us to give.
For the first time, I
wholeheartedly believe that less really is more.
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