The Floors Won’t Last

The next step in our journey has officially begun — our house went on the market yesterday! It’s an exciting but crazy time as we try to keep the house clean for a potentially long few weeks or months of showings. I mean, seriously. How do you keep a house constantly picked up, let alone clean, with three young kids? We actually live and eat here. There are crumbs all the time. There are six grubby little hands leaving smudges and fingerprints on every window.

Every. Single. Window.

And how is it that toothpaste gets smeared all over the sink and mirror every time they brush their teeth?!? I don’t understand.

We did manage to get the house sparkling for one afternoon last week so a photographer could capture its beauty. And as I looked at the pictures she took for the listing, I felt such joy that God provided this wonderful house for our family to live in for the last three and a half years. This is the longest my husband and I have lived in ANY home since we were married nearly 15 years ago!

I adore the character and charm of our house. I knew from the moment I walked in the front door that I wanted to live here. It was exactly the house I was looking for, but I didn’t realize that until I saw it! I love the old growth trees and the flowers and the windows for days. It has been the perfect home for us in this season. I will miss sitting on the front step, coffee in hand, watching my kids play in the yard or ride bikes on the sidewalk. I will miss chatting over the fence or across the street with my neighbors.

I will always cherish the memories we have created in this home. We have celebrated birthdays, holidays, lost teeth and new jobs. We have had the privilege of hosting so many friends and family from all over the country and the world! Countless cups of coffee have been enjoyed at our dining room table. So many tears of joy and pain have been shed here, and so many prayers have been uttered. We aimed to lift up the name of Jesus inside these walls and the banner of grace was flown high for our children and others to see amidst our imperfections and chaos. We grew as a family and learned to love each other deeper in this place where we felt so at-home.

But even with all of those sweet memories, important occasions and regular everyday moments, leaving isn’t that hard because we know that it is just a house. Even with my tendency to get overly emotional and sentimental about this sort of thing, I realize that one day, the foundation will crumble and the windows will be a pile of shattered glass. The original hardwood floors that I love so much will eventually be nothing more than splinters. That perspective helps me look with joy to the things that WILL last.

Like the truths about the character of God revealed to us in times of quiet inside these walls.

Like the Savior we leaned on in moments of desperation, who will continue to be our Rock long after we leave this place.

Like the faith we were given to battle through times of fear and uncertainty. Faith that will continue to be established in our hearts through the Spirit who will never abandon us.

Like the grace lavished on us, in times of joyous celebration and in painful brokenness. Grace that will never get old or fade.

Like the love we shared with each other and the love and kindness shown to us by our amazing, gracious Father.

The faithfulness of our God will never end, and His sustaining hand will never cease to uphold us. Even when our house becomes someone else’s home. He will continue to be faithful through every difficulty we will face and in every moment in which we are tempted to fear or to doubt His goodness or presence. I am so thankful that, with every change headed our way, we can put our trust in our faithful God.

Lamentations 3:22-23 The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;  his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

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