The Other Side of the Fence
Those metal poles, my friends, are posts. We are getting the rest of the fence of our backyard completed this week. What’s the big deal? It’s a fence, Corliss. Well to me, as a person who is chronically worried about what could go wrong, who prays daily for her faith in what God can do, and someone who is ridiculously impatient, it’s kind of a big deal.
In a couple of weeks we’ll be celebrating two years in our second home. If you know the story of how we got here, you know that the hubs and I don’t take it for granted. We ‘sold’ and moved out of our first house once, had three contracts on other homes we had to walk away from, and almost didn’t get this house. Almost. God had something else in mind though.
We’d wanted to live in this area since we got married but couldn’t afford it. And honestly, we didn’t get the ‘best’ house on the block because we choose tithing over a gigantic mortgage payment. And although the countertops are the original 1976 Formica and random cabinet drawers fall off…don’t even ask…this house has felt like home since the day we schlepted all of our stuff in here.
One huge concern was that our backyard was missing part of the fence and we were facing a vacant house. With two kids and a dog, it was worriesome. But we knew THIS was the house. And about a month ago, we got a call that an investor had bought the vacant house and wanted to split the cost of the fence. For a FRACTION of the cost, our fence is getting finished…and just in time for Josephine’s birthday party.
Lots of folk are going to say, that’s just a coincidence, Corliss. Okay, believe what you want. But I know that if I don’t pay attention to God building and working around me, I’m going to miss Him. And miss thanking Him for all things…not just the big ones.
Until next time…