This morning I listed for Herb all the reasons I hate our apartment. There's never been an itch to move as great as the one I have.
I'm tired of being cramped, not having a place to go with stuff
(and yes, I am paring down all the time).
I hate not being able to entertain.
I hate that I drop stuff in the kitchen all the time because there is no counter space.
We are trapped into not being able to expand our family while we live here due to space and lease specifications.
Basically, I'm embarrassed we live here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I'm having a little selfish pride issue.
Then in church, the elementary school kids shared verses from Philippians that they had memorized, and why those verses were special to them.
"... I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength." Phillippians 4:12-13
No, my heart wasn't instantly changed to loving this little house, but it sure was tugged in a way that made me squirm.
Oh Jesus, help me to be content. I know we have more than we need already.
And really, I need to stop going to open houses for places that are out of our price range, even if it's only $50,000.