Owning a piece of earth

We found the house taking a long detour home from worship on Sunday. When we turned on the street I thought, “I could live here.” Maples, the first in leaves, lined the street.

When we stopped outside the house, I thought, “I feel as if I already live here.”

An hour later, as we waited for the realtor to unlock the door, I felt my heart beat in my throat. Louisa was on my hip; we’d woken her from a nap to see this place, and she was groggy and her fist clung to my shirt. And inside, I kept saying, “Dave. This is it.”

They flipped light switches and pushed garage door buttons, and banged the side door open and shut going in and out, claiming the house with their informality. “Are we going to live here?!” the girls asked as they ran around the back yard. Louisa’s grogginess morphed into hyperactivity.

“I think we are,” we said.

This place is going to be home, God willing. 

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A City waiting for us

“”The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd. … Each one of these people of faith died Read more about A City waiting for us[…]

‘Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand’

By 1 p.m. today, I said aloud “I don’t think I was supposed to have children.” Oh yes. I should’ve traveled the world. Mondays happen to everyone, and they’re especially Monday after a weekend of solitude; the girls and Dave were with family, and I stayed behind for Sunday school stuff. Everyone’s voices were so Read more about ‘Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand’[…]