"You were supposed to be in your house!" she exclaimed.
Yes, we thought we would be in our house by my birthday--2.5 years after moving into the temporary trailer. Life doesn't always go the way we plan. If we were in our house, it would be a true saying.
Right now, it is a mantra, a reminder to be grateful.
We woke up to a breathtakingly beautiful snow. Thick flakes fell, covering each branch of our towering pine trees. It is one of my favorite times of year for that very scene. I felt sure that my Heavenly Father, who knows me better than anyone, set the scene as a gift for my birthday. I looked out the window and said something like, "I love being here!"
Then, the girls' bedroom door fell off its hinges.
"I love being here, I love being here, I love being here . . ." Like the affirmation spoken by the Little Engine that Could, whenever something goes wrong with my dwelling, I remind myself that, broken down and falling apart as it is, we are warm and covered; we are sheltered in this often-frustrating shelter.
And we are still ever one step closer