My husband, puppy Oreo, and
I are in “transition” which is code for the fact that 3 of us, 2 people and a
puppy, are sharing a bedroom and a bathroom with a grand total of less
than 300 square feet. Not surprisingly, the puppy seems to be thrilled! She’s
never had this much constant access to us before. Well, we’ve actually never
had this much constant access to each other before either!
Earlier this summer, we
watched one of those HGTV shows that highlighted a couple deciding to move into
a “tiny house.” We thought they were crazy.
And yet here we are. Not quite a house but just as tiny. I’ve learned
some valuable lessons in this tiny space, some that will probably stay with me
a while.
- No matter how much you “puppy proof” a room, you’ll always miss something. And they will always locate it. And then devour it. And then spit it out. And then look at you with that cute but guilty and devilish look as you clean it up.
- Packing
while in a large house for a tiny space isn’t effective. You really aren’t in
the zone. Like at all. Although it made sense at the time to have a different
bag for every type of item or clothing, now you’re living with stacks of
suitcases
surroundingfalling onto you. Why did I think it was a good idea to have a bag just for t-shirts? Why do I even have enough t-shirts to fill a bag?? - Zig Ziglar was right when he said “Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude.” But he failed to mention that it will not determine the size of your living area.
In this temporary place, I’m
constantly noticing that our life is transitioning. To new places, new normals,
new routines. But before we get to experience all those exciting outcomes, however,
I’m learning that I must first be reminded of the reality of life. The reality
of relationships. The reality of faith. Only then do I really appreciate the
new life.
So, today I thanked God for
the chance to be here. Yes, here, in this 288 square feet room with
questions swirling, a puppy panting, and a husband studying.
Because here tells me that God cares. He cares so much more….
- More about my character than my happiness.
- More about teaching me what’s actually important in my life than providing me with all of life’s walk-in closets and double vanities.
- More about appreciating that my husband is leading us to walk in faith and not comfort.
- More about understanding that God is faithful to provide. Always.
- More about learning that God’s provision are best for me even if they don’t align to exactly what I ask and when I ask for it.
So, with that in mind, I’m
trying to appreciate the here. One
day, when we’re there, I’ll be reminded
of how grateful I was for the lessons in the here.
In the meantime, I have to go
find out what my puppy just did. She has that “look” again. Excuse my chanting…. They do say repetition
leads to retention after all….
Be grateful for the here...
Be grateful for the here… Be
grateful for the here… Be grateful for the here…
