This June when my new born baby was six weeks old my husband and I moved into our first house. We bought our house because we were living in a one bedroom apartment, paying rent to a dead-end. We wanted to build equity; we had to move anyways. The house charmed us immediately! It has arch ways you only expect to see in a 1940s home and thick trim on the light blue walls. The bathroom, although small, has the cutest floor tiles and the kitchen was recently flipped; replaced with Ikea products, according to the realtor. The house has a yard we hope to fence in the future and an attic that might turn into a loft. We experienced love at first sight with this house.
On move in day the air conditioning was not working and I was a little nervous about some of the crime reports from the adjacent streets. Despite the original "awe," a few thoughts about purchasing my first home have haunted my mind since then and my postpartum hormones have not helped. The move in was not easy; I had a brand new baby. My electricity bills make me cringe once a month and I've seen one too many bugs on the wrong side of the door. But its my new home. Something in my heart changed the other day as I walked around my new neighborhood on a humid morning. Maybe it was the progesterone shots flowing through my body in an attempt to ease some postpartum anxiety symptoms. However, what I realized was that much like myself, my home and my neighborhood are a diamond in the rough. We're both a little dusty and require some hard work to find our beauty and shine. It has always been there - it was created with beauty in mind - but just needs to be loved on. When God created the world He saw everything as good and beautiful. When He made man and woman He saw us as very good, very beautiful. When God created you, or me, or any person He loved him into existence and created a very beautiful person. What was God telling us in Gen. 3:19? After Adam and Eve sinned God reminded them that they were created out of nothing. They came from the dirt He created and now they must toil in the dirt to survive on account of their sin. Every Ash Wednesday we are reminded that we too are dust and to dust we shall return. Why? Because we have been disobedient too and we were made out of love intentionally by God from nothing. We did not have to be created; we were literally loved into existence and we completely owe our life to our Heavenly father. "And to dust [we] shall return." Life is hard! I do not like that the creepy crawlers of the Carolinas easily make way into my home (A lady bug just showed up...I'm in-doors) and that my utility bill is astronomical because my house lacks sufficient insulation. This is some of the dirt I toil in. Much like my neighborhood and my little 1940s home, I am a diamond in the rough. I am a fallen human. I am dust made into a daughter of the king and now a wife and mother through my vocation! I fall short time and time again and sometimes my life is hard for reasons I do not understand. I am not called to return to dust, I choose it in my failures just like Adam and Eve did when they disobeyed. I am called to reach out to my Heavenly Father, offer Him my suffering and ask Him to show me the beauty He created me in and for. Just like a diamond in the rough I need Him to show me what my beauty is because the dust clouds my vision. What are my talents and gifts? What are my blessings? He has shown me time and time again who I am despite the dust but first I have to realize that I too am dust and to dust I have and I will return.
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