The answers were all "yes"!

Yes to the final offer after a little negotiation.

Yes to accepting the house "as is".

Yes to the question, "Do we really want to put all this work in on this house?"

Yes to fixing cracks in plaster.

Yes to mowing the lawn.

Yes to endless scraping of paint in non-air-conditioned upstairs bedrooms during the hottest week of the summer.

We are finally homeowners! We decided on the modest-sized, 1 1/2 story, 113 year-old, closest I'll ever get to living in a Victorian-style home. It's an interesting feeling. It feels good to know the house is ours. It's been a fun few weeks putting in the first bits of work. My hubby worked hard to sand the wood floors and put on three clear poly coats. In the words of our two-year-old niece, "Floors very nice". Our bedroom is freshly painted (minus the trim, which I'm working on) a nice gray color called "Manhattan Mist". As we painted our room late into the night Jeff realized this was, in fact, his dream color and should be called "Battleship Gray". "The only thing we're missing are the guns!" I blame 90 degree heat, no AC, and paint fumes.

The interesting part is that we're not quite out of our apartment yet. We have until the end of July to move out. The living room moved yesterday. (The couch and recliner are a nice replacement for the blanket and sheet we've been using for furniture in the house.) Today's plan is the dining room. Slowly, our life is moving from the apartment to the house.

My husband asked me if the house feels more like home yet now that the living room furniture is in. I said no, not yet. He said it's starting to feel like home to him, but he's still kind of in a limbo. I agree.

We're half in the apartment and half in the house. We're so excited for when we're completely in the house, not going back and forth between places anymore. It's a strange place - that in-between. Not really knowing where home is while you have two places to call home.

It reminds us of our Christian life and how this world, while we live here, isn't really home. Philippians 3:20-21 says it well, "But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself." For the Christian, home is heaven. While we're on earth we make the most of the time we're given, the resources we are to care for, the people we love, and the jobs we are to do. We live life knowing there is better to come. We work and play to honor our God. We live on earth with our eyes on heaven and our hope and faith in Christ.

My husband and I plan to be completely moved in to our new house by the weekend. It's an exciting new journey we're on together. We'll make a house our home. We're anxiously awaiting God's plan for us to unfold in our house. And that raises another new set of questions. How will God use us in a new neighborhood? How will we be able to reach people for him, and how will this building we'll call home be a part of that? We can't wait to find out!

A Wife Like That

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