My house… in the middle of the street… my house…
I knew from the day I walked onto the porch, that my house was mine. I knew that as soon as I moved into the house, the bushes had to go. Had to. I would sit on the front porch and feel like I had been there for always.

Some may say “it’s a great starter home”. I think it’s a great house to finish in. It was everything I asked God for, with the exception of a big back yard. I wanted a big backyard. Mine is little. But as with everything else, God knows what I need… I never have time to cut the grass, I can get it done, 15 minutes, back and front. It needs work, all homes need work whether you spend $100,000 or $500,000.

I love my house. It’s perfect for us. I thank God over and over for being so blessed to have a place I can lay my head and call home. We’ve had 13 girls in a row for sleepovers, scrap booked, had ladie’s night in, birthday parties, it’s a little squished sometimes but we manage.

I sometimes think, it’d be great to have a big house, a fancy one. One with beautiful furniture, more than one bathroom that everyone likes (we hate the bathroom upstairs, it’s gross), bigger bedrooms, a bigger living room, but you know what that means? More rooms to clean. That is the world trying to pull me away from being satisfied.

I love my house. It’s perfect for us.

Joshua 24:15 As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.