I have been sharing pictures of the apartment that Jeff and I rented for me almost a year ago. We had intended to keep the apartment and live in it when our house sold and we were building our saltbox, but God had a different plan for us. I am not sure where we will go when our house sells, but if I have learned anything over the last year, I have learned that God has a plan and that He will reveal that plan to us when the time is right. So, right now, we are setting our house back up and getting the apartment ready to turn over to someone else. As I have said before, the apartment was a very special place, and it gave me the security and the isolation that I needed to gain some much needed perspective on my life and the direction that my life needed to take. I am hopeful that the apartment will continue to serve as a place of peace and security for its future occupants, and I pray that I never forget the significance that the apartment played in my journey back to peace.
Today, I am sharing pictures of the dining room and kitchen. This was a rather small space, but I was able to use most of my favorite kitchen items. There were times that it was a little crowded, but I spent many hours in the kitchen writing the posts for this blog. I would sit at the dining room table and pour my heart and soul into the writings that God was inspiring me to write. I have always loved the dining room table, but now it has even more meaning to me. I cannot image that I will ever part with it. I am using it as a desk in the office now, and I hope to continue to use it in that fashion for a very long time. All of the items in this space bring me peace and make me feel happy. In some of the pictures, you will notice that I have some photos on the refrigerator. These are some of my favorite photos of my grandma. If you knew me prior to this blog, you will know that my grandma is very special to me. She is one of my most favorite people on this earth. Having her photos on the refrigerator gave me peace and helped me remember the strength that God gave her to endure the many trials that she faced in her life. She will be 90 years old in October, and she still has an unyielding faith in God and one of the best sense of humors of anyone I know. There will be several posts in the future relaying stories of my grandma that I believe you will want to read.
Jeff and I have been working for the last two weeks dismantling the apartment, and as we get closer to being completely moved out, I see this move as a very important symbol and sign that my life is once again on the right path. Getting back to the path was a difficult process, and it was a journey that I could not have made without God and the love and support of many people. It has often been said that we cannot go home again, but I very respectfully disagree. I am proof that we can go home again. We can accomplish this seemingly impossible feat through the help and guidance of God. I am so thankful that He allowed me to go home again, and I am so thankful that God has brought me this far. I have faith that He will continue to guide my steps. He does this for me every single day, and He can do it for you too. Our homes should be a place of joy, and they should reflect the people who live there. Our homes should be a refuge from the outside world, and they should bring us peace, because as you all know PEACE MATTERS.