I am painting a room.
a room where my daughters felt at home, where they played, where they colored “humans” all over the walls.
I remember when it happened. I walked upstairs into their bedroom and gasped. I told them that they shouldn’t have colored on the walls… this isn’t our home, we’re renting, we have to be more careful. I was toning down the welled up frustration I felt rising up in my chest.
K I D S.
Over time, though, I started to admire their beautiful artwork. The way they expressed themselves so colorfully… I mean, growing up I was the kid who constantly had my head buried in a sketch book while wearing clothes covered in paint. These girls are everything I dreamed of and everything I prayed for…
and so here I am with my music turned up loud to my usual, I’m painting a wall playlist, and I’m feeling emotional.
I am covering up their beautiful artwork as we prepare to leave this home.
I haven’t felt my heart throb until just now.
& It isn’t just about this place we’ve been happily renting…
It’s the way everything is changing.
It looks exciting on the outside, I get it.
This call is everything to us; to serve God however He sees fit for us to serve him. Our lives are for Him. It’s beautiful. & We can’t wait to be there, in Nicaragua, sharing the gospel with
Beautiful, incredible, made in the image of God, humans.
and it’s the humans in our lives right now who we will miss so deeply.
& I will miss this wall. & this house. & my family. & my friends. & our church. & our neighbors. & Starbucks (don’t judge me).
& it will most definitely cost us…
but oh my amazing God… He is worth it.
So I’ll just be over here emotionally painting this wall back to it’s original state.
( P.s. We are not moving out right now, still support raising mode, I’m just taking care of things a little at a time as we go. <3 )