There will be no garden this year. My chickens are gone. Cooking is hardly happening because I don’t want to make a huge mess in the kitchen. My design wall is down. My knitting is put away. My yarn is stuffed into a closet and I can hardly get to it. The loom is folded up and stuck in a corner so I cannot weave. The sewing machines are still set up but yesterday when the realtors toured, our realtor left me a message that they were “overwhelmed” by all the quilting stuff in the basement.
I feel like I should sit and twiddle my thumbs to keep from messing up anything.
Chad moves back home tomorrow. Vince leaves on Sunday to go back to Texas. Chaos abounds.
Vince is supposed to look at some tiny little houses next week to maybe buy because we can’t find anything to rent. I love this stove! I love these floors and the window. The houses are less than half the size we need. But, they look clean and Vince has to have some place to live! The housing situation is so frustrating and this move wouldn’t be nearly as hard as it’s been had the housing situation been different.
And then I turn on the TV. I hear of flooding in several states, including my home state of Louisiana. I hear of farmers who fear their land will be ruined. I’m reminded of the tornadoes across Alabama. I realize we are so blessed. My guess is there are any number of people across this country, or other lands for that matter, would be to have problems as small as I face.
Vince has a great job. Chad graduates from college tonight. My parents are healthy. Our house will sell soon and we’ll get on with life as we knew it. I get to stay home and do what I want all day (well . . once the house sells). My life runs so smoothly 99.9% of the time that when there are a few glitches, it’s easy for me to forget that things are still fine; that everything will work out and in just a few months, we’ll look back on this time and laugh.
Yesterday as I sat down to fold clothes, I noticed the storm clouds moving in. As with weather, also in life . . storms come and storms go. When I looked out the window, my first thought was not . . Oh, a storm is coming! My first thought was . . What a beautiful scene! So many shades of blue and green!
The storms of life sometimes cause much heartache and damage and even with those, we move on. Those affected by the floods and tornadoes will rebuild their lives. Things will never be the same — better for some, worse for others . . but life goes on. Often in our individual lives, there’s lots of rumbling and complaining (thunder) and sometimes a few sparks between family members (lightning) and the rains come. The rain cleanses everything and the world looks cleaner once the rains have come and gone. Grass and flowers with the moisture rain provides.
Maybe I’ve needed this little storm in my life to remind me how great my life/circumstances really are. I’m not saying I’ve completely quit whining and complaining about not being able to find a house but I am looking at it differently and today, I’ve decided to be excited about what God has in store for us. I’ve always believed everything happens for a reason but sometimes in the midst of a rough spot, I forget. I try to take over and make things work the way I think they should work. There’s a house in TX for us or . . maybe not. We don’t always understand why things happen the way they happen but what we have to understand is there’s a reason . . a reason we may never know.
My thinking today is that if we buy a house similar to the one we have now, I’m not going to go in and paint or re-do the kitchen but if we bought something smaller and older and in need of updating, I might have some fun with painting and sprucing up. Vince understands that there has to be a quilting room, even if it has to be constructed separately outside.
I will be happy with whatever comes our way and I will make the best of it.