where the heart is

Tonight I am sitting in my bedroom, candles lit, glass of red in hand, looking out over the view we have of the lake. It’s so pretty. I really love this house and pinch myself almost every day. I can’t believe that the Lord has brought us here.

About 3 1/2 years ago, my husband, Chris, and I, bought a home. It was our forever home – it needed some upgrades and some TLC, but we loved it and dreamed of raising our kids up there. Last month, it foreclosed. At just shy of 41 years of age, I was feeling a bit like a failure. This is not where I thought we would be at this point in our lives.

Throughout college and the years that have followed, I have moved almost more times than I can count. Every place I have lived,  I think I have loved more that the previous home. This time is no different. Only this move created margin we haven’t had in a while. And it’s literally the house we just lost, only after the remodel we had wanted to do on the old place. Complete with a view, a 5-piece-bath,  and a hot tub, I am reminded that only in God’s economy can you lose something only to be brought to something better!

Home truly is where the heart is, though, and I live in a place now where it does not matter where we are, as long as we are together. My family is my world, and I know that no matter where we go, love will love there, too!!

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