It's been 3 weeks since we moved to our new home. Very much still drowning in boxes, I cant seem to reduce the number. I havent entered the attic since the first day and the sight of the all the boxes make me nervous. Normal routines must go on too, I realize. My goal is to completely unpack before we leave for New Wine Summer conference. That's 2.5 weeks away. I still need to get a few more shelves , so I can unpack some boxes. I must remember to put the J in joy in all this unpacking and making the house a home.
The past few days , I had friends come over to visit and joined in for lunch. In a messy house with boxes and things in the wrong place, I could still serve a decent lunch, make coffee and tea and bake .
Reading Shauna Niequists "Bread and Wine", I see where I am beyond the boxes. My friends have the freedom to come anytime unannounced. I love that. I love it that they aren't bothered by the boxes that are still there , when they last visited. I love it how we have moved from meeting at restaurants to meeting at each others homes. Food is our common language.
My mums and tots group know where I keep the spoons and cups, the ziploc and tea bags. Some mornings when I am still upstairs in pyjamas ,tooth brush in one hand and a toddler in the other, my group walks in and sets the table with fresh coffee and pot of tea in the middle first and then as I finish up and come down the table is complete with baked goodies and fruits, cucumbers and baby carrots.
They were there for me while I packed a home of 7 years into a 100 or more boxes.Not knowing how to go about it or plan friends to strategically help at certain points, they just arrived and packed at the perfect right times. I couldn't have planned it any better. One came for a short time and cleared my fridge just before it was being moved. Another, came and unpacked 10 boxes at super time record. Another came and literally packed my entire kitchen as I went cold turkey at the amount of stuff I had.People just dropped in and did what they could, which all summed up to a wonderfully God orchestrated move. I didn't cook for 2 weeks before the move. Friends showered me with food. They took my kids to play with theirs, so I could pack and clean.
I recognize what Shauna writes as I have it too!
I see my home filled with friends communing at the table.
I see my home and the spare rooms as an opportunity for God to fulfill His plans for us.
I see my home as a desire granted by Him who sees my heart. And I am ever so grateful.
The past few days , I had friends come over to visit and joined in for lunch. In a messy house with boxes and things in the wrong place, I could still serve a decent lunch, make coffee and tea and bake .
Reading Shauna Niequists "Bread and Wine", I see where I am beyond the boxes. My friends have the freedom to come anytime unannounced. I love that. I love it that they aren't bothered by the boxes that are still there , when they last visited. I love it how we have moved from meeting at restaurants to meeting at each others homes. Food is our common language.My mums and tots group know where I keep the spoons and cups, the ziploc and tea bags. Some mornings when I am still upstairs in pyjamas ,tooth brush in one hand and a toddler in the other, my group walks in and sets the table with fresh coffee and pot of tea in the middle first and then as I finish up and come down the table is complete with baked goodies and fruits, cucumbers and baby carrots.
They were there for me while I packed a home of 7 years into a 100 or more boxes.Not knowing how to go about it or plan friends to strategically help at certain points, they just arrived and packed at the perfect right times. I couldn't have planned it any better. One came for a short time and cleared my fridge just before it was being moved. Another, came and unpacked 10 boxes at super time record. Another came and literally packed my entire kitchen as I went cold turkey at the amount of stuff I had.People just dropped in and did what they could, which all summed up to a wonderfully God orchestrated move. I didn't cook for 2 weeks before the move. Friends showered me with food. They took my kids to play with theirs, so I could pack and clean.I recognize what Shauna writes as I have it too!
I see my home filled with friends communing at the table.
I see my home and the spare rooms as an opportunity for God to fulfill His plans for us.
I see my home as a desire granted by Him who sees my heart. And I am ever so grateful.
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