Repairing walls

“Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.” – Francis Bacon

This weekend was a whirlwind.

We stepped out of a housing contract four days before closing, and thus I experienced disappointment and frustration. One of the basement walls was buckling from water pressure, and the sellers wouldn’t come down 15,000$ on their price which is what our structural engineer told us it would cost to fix.  In every way, it feels like we are at FULL capacity with our condo. I honestly didn’t know how we were going to live peacefully or with any joy in our current space. Kristen came to town to pick up Roxxy girl just at the right moment!

Kristen held Kellan and I deep cleaned every little corner of my life (well, actually I hired a cleaning lady to help) and I loved waking up early today to just enjoy my home. Jessica Longino highest personality trait on Strength Fingers is strategic, so she attacked my closets with a gusto I’ve never yet seen. That girl can do wonders with storage bins, permanent markers and tape. Considering I have no strategic skills and can hardly do puzzles or open doors with a key, I was very thankful for her mind to whip my house into shape.


Small and simple can be glorious if you take the time to manage it well.  Time is always the greatest restraint in adulthood.

Every ounce of laundry is done, my hair is curled and my car is vacuumed out. Martin Luther King always ends up being a mass organizing storm. It’s the first real break after Christmas.

I am on a high from taking things to the Goodwill. I am going to continue cutting down my closet this afternoon. I’m gonna try and cut it down to 30 pieces that I love and am wearing currently. Even if I use to love a shirt, if I haven’t worn it in a year it’s time to say goodbye. I’m 20 pounds heavier since before pregnancy, so I really need to make my peace with some of my wardrobes.

It’s funny how confident you can be, no matter what size, as long as your clothes fit.

Strangely enough, last night I couldn’t sleep and then I woke up at 4 AM. It felt like I was pumped with caffeine but didn’t have any at night. I’m sure eventually I’ll regret my four hours of sleep, but right now I am wired and loving myself, my house, my family and the prospect of Starbucks coffee o so soon.

“My soul yearns for you in the night – in the morning, my spirit longs for you.”

I thought I was anxious last night, but I think I was just ready for the Spirit.

My baby was asleep, my house was perfect, my grading is caught up and I only had one desire left- to press my check against my Savior.

Or maybe, I need to sleep train myself. The baby is sleeping almost 10 hours a night, but I keep waking up at 3:30 or 4 thinking he has died because I’m up and ready to take care of him, and he’s sleeping soundly.

The Delaware River is jammed packed with ice, and my hometown may flood. So wish I could go down to the river today. The memories when I look at this picture get stuck in my throat. An ice-jam is exactly how I feel at my life currently. Yes, theres tension and frustration and growing pains, but a deep sense of excitement as well.

I am a watchmen, you see, and when I am up the whole night I know something is coming around the bend. Don’t know what I am waiting for, but I know I’m suppose to be watching.

I can already tell this little stool is going to be a game-changed for me. I have my journal and my new Bible right in my favorite place and I can focus in on whatever is about to happen…

“I can hear that thunder in the distance, like a train at the end of the town, I can feel the brooding of the Spirit, lay your burdens down, lay your burdens down… I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones, He’s gonna bring us all back home.”

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