Dwell in this house

So we have now been in the new place just over 2 months and the good news is it is starting to feel like home.  Really like home, we have done a few things already, brought new couches and an epic desk (pictures to come when my cushions arrive and I can post a picture).  We have been for a couple of walks, found a supermarket that I like and started our hunt for the perfect café.  I have survived some nights here without Davo while he was away doing incredible things in Mexico and America and probably most importantly, I have stopped crying about not living in our old neighbourhood.

But there is something really exciting that has happened since we moved, and it might just be a timing thing… but you know what, I actually think the timing is just that is part of it too.  Since moving, we are now closer to Dave’s school, in fact the Monday after we moved we had an after party at the house for a school production, so on my first night coming to the new house from work, I was welcomed by 25 kids enjoying our new place… which was a little overwhelming, but actually just what I needed.  It really started the house warming process, which before that point, I thought was just a good excuse to get nice things, but there really is something to having people in your house… they do bring warmth and life and love and start the house to home process.   Anyway, that’s not the exciting bit, it’s all linked though I promise…

So not long after that Dave went on his mission trip with school to Mexico and had some incredible Holy Spirit encounters… God’s kingdom came to earth, the blind saw, the lame walked, the sick were healed and people were saved, it doesn’t get much better than that.  But while Dave was having this incredible time overseas with the same group from the house warming after party, I was also growing in my faith, getting a refreshing so to speak, a new love of worship, church, the word and most importantly Jesus… and I think it has a lot to do with God’s provision and blessing.  Nothing we get from God is deserved, and neither is this, but a little while ago I wrote a blog about moving and how nervous I was about the whole process, in the blog I made a comment that went something like this…

“I have to remember though, that a lot of prayer went into our house hunting, and the way things fell into place when we purchased our new home is also a reminder that God listens and he provides, but even more importantly that he knows what is best.  So if we have trusted him to help make the decision, I have to keep trusting now that the decision is done.”

It was kind of a throw away line, a ‘yeah yeah yeah, God knows best” in my heart, but I know now that this has absolutely been true.  He has provided us with a house and a close community with who we can share true fellowship, he has blessed our home and we have both grown so much since moving here.  I know it may not have anything to do with the actual house, and maybe all of this would have still happened while we were living at our old place.  But I really feel like the new house has brought a new season to our lives, a really exciting one.  I am sure it will have it’s challenges, but I am just overflowing with excitement about what God has in store for us now… in our next chapter… at the new house…  I am really praying that the house will just ooze love and that it will be a place of blessing, where God can do whatever he wants… I know this might seem like a crazy back-flip, but thats the thing about God things… they are unexpected and often involve transformation…

Homesick

So a week later I am back at The Peddler, this isn’t where I thought I would end up today, and I am not sure it is good for my waistline or emotional state, but nevertheless I am here.  And while I was trying to be fancy and just casually read a book as I sip on my tea and munch on my super late breakfast, my mind is running at one hundred miles an hour, and so what better way to process things by getting them out in the open.  So instead, I am now sitting here typing… Back at the peddler reflecting on the past week and all that has happened.

A little while ago I wrote about my mixed feelings about moving, about how it turns out I actually really don’t cope well with change and how I was torn between wanting to stay in the familiar and being excited about this new adventure.  Well now the move has happened… Quite smoothly I might add thanks to my overly organised colour coded packing spectacular.  But it all happened quite quickly, and while we are headed back to our old place tomorrow to clean it so that it is ready for whatever it’s next chapter holds, I have really been struggling with the whole thing.

I know it takes time, and I just need to give it that, time to adjust, time to get used to driving from different places, time to find some familiar things, but right now I just feel so out of place, so far away and a little isolated.  I should be enjoying setting up my new home, making it feel like us again, but I’m not… Not yet anyway! In my head I know it will get better, that I will adjust, that I will love it, but right now my heart is betraying me, and every time I drive through our old neighbour hood or even remotely near our old house, I get this overwhelming sense of ‘this is where I belong’ which then means when I am actually at my new home, my actual home, I feel dislodged and a little miserable.

There are moments when I get really excited about the new place, like on Monday when it was buzzing with the sounds of fun, and lots of people as Dave had a function there after work, or when I get to pick out new colours or features to display, when I get to plan my new home gym and what furniture I might like for the living area, but at the moment the longing to go back seems a little louder than the potential of the new place (especially when you through in a few unexpected joys like, unearthed electricity, a moving toilet and a missing phone line).  And the truth is I’m not sure there is an answer to how to fix this feeling… Other than time, and I am sure I am not the only person who has felt like this before… But I just needed to let it out… To say that at the moment, I just really miss where I was… But that this too shall pass!

We are in… kind of…

We are in… Well kind of… We have the keys and we have moved a few things, we have also changed a wet dog smell that seemed to permeate every inch if the house into a shampooed dog smell and now… Well hopefully a clean smell… But we are still working on it.  And if I am honest I am feeling relieved that I am starting to get excited about the move, there are definitely still reservations and nerves, but there are some bits that I just want to get stuck into.  I have big plans… Really big plans… There are so many possibilities… And I can at there very least put them all on my ever growing house wish list, because we have a house… And it’s really ours… I can walk around it and imagine new colours and furniture and rooms… And it’s exciting…

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