Two months ago I sat down to write here more regularly. Then life happened. I gave up eating 95% of anything that was not plant-based for health reasons. I discovered coconut milk coffee creamer. My apartment/studio/office flooded for the 4th and 5th times with waste water. There was mold, rust and general environmental mayhem. My laptop became a wastewater casualty, along with whole grad school notebooks of notes that succumbed to mold and water damage… in the middle of semester finals no less. I wound up with around 15 days to move out of my apartment.
I packed up my world up and moved it to storage. Not a small feat considering I can pack an apartment like I pack a suitcase. I encountered one of the worst moving companies on the planet who actually screamed profanities at me when I left an honest, even generous, review. I moved in with family for the summer as we figured out what was next. I updated some things around here (love the new banner) and on my design studio site because, well, they needed updating. My business has been in a holding pattern. My health has been hit hard. It has been a battle.
But… today, I BOUGHT A HOUSE!
There has been a lot of living in the in between these last few years since returning from Africa. But, once again, God used a seriously bad situation to open an amazing door of opportunity.
I no longer will have to live in my office! I will have a separate room with a door I can shut when the work day is over. If I could have sketched the floor plan of my ideal setup for this season, it would have wound up being the layout of this cottage style house. Grateful is too small a word. It is my cozy bungalow. A blank canvas I can make 100% my own.
When I asked Jesus to speak into my living situation, I felt led to look up the street number of this home in the book Psalms right after we initially viewed it. My apartment had just flooded for the 5th time, I was sick and I was so frustrated with everything. The street number took me to Psalm 29 where it says the Lord sits enthroned at the flood. He did. Sit enthroned. Five is the number of grace. And there was. Such extreme grace at every step. There is much more woven into this house’s story and how it marks a huge seasonal transition but, suffice it to say that it is not simply a commitment, it’s a calling. Jesus has such a sense of humor!
I’m stepping out into new mission field that is just as broken, hurting and desperate as any I have served in before. The brokenness here just looks different. I don’t know where the steps will lead in the days and months to come, but I know the One Who is leading the dance. And that is all that matters.