Building My House

Build Your House

The wise woman builds her house, But the foolish pulls it down with her hands.

This verse has been on my mind lately. Especially since we are looking into moving into a new house that has yet to be built. The process of looking is exciting and yet painful to me. You see, I was in this exact spot quite a number of years ago, when we were going through this for the first time. We got as far as to choose our lot and sign papers. But it all fell through and left me heartbroken. I resolved to live in my 40 year old house forever, and give up my dream of owning a brand new house. I didn’t even want to go look at model homes “just for fun” because it was too painful, and it was something that was such a deep desire that I knew it would light the fire in me again. I had resolved to be content, and had stuffed the new house dream into a corner of my heart that I did not want to visit.

Well, I visited it. Early this year, my hubby and I were on a lunch date, and passing by some model homes, he convinced me to go look “just for fun”. I hesitatingly gave in. I don’t want to sound silly, but upon entering the first model, I had to hold back tears. It was so beautiful and that longing instantly resurfaced. He was enchanted too, and being that those particular homes were out of our price range – he suggested that we look into an area that some friends had recently moved to. It wasn’t too far away, and the very next day we went.

I fell in love. Not only with the homes, but with the area! It is beautiful and green, with hills and views. Since then, we have been up and down a couple of times. One development seemed perfect. We waited for it to open. It was priced too high. Then hubby changed his mind, and didn’t want to move. Then circumstances with my mom made us look into something that we could buy that would allow her to move in with us. So that is where we are now. Waiting to choose a lot, and to see if the finances will all work out. I have a hope and a dream – but also a fear that it will all come crashing down again.

I am trusting God. I don’t want to force this to happen. My prayer is that if it’s His will, then it will be a smoothly paved road and so obvious to us. If it is not meant to be, then I would accept that. I am praying for wisdom.

“Through wisdom a house is built,
And by understanding it is established” Proverbs 24:3

Obviously the Bible is not speaking about the physical building. But it is referring to the inner house – the atmosphere, the morale, the attitude, the values, etc. And I think I really am clinging to this right now because those things are far more important than the walls that surround us.

As a stay-at-home mom, I have had the privilege and responsibility of building my house this way. Being a homeschooling family, I was the one home with them 24/7. It was my attitude and values that were passed on to them through daily interactions. I am reflecting back over the years as my children were growing and hope that I used wisdom and understanding to build this house.  I know I tried. And it doesn’t stop when the children are grown. I think I may need to work on this some even now. Do I spread joy and love with my words and expressions? Do my actions reflect my beliefs? Do I model my character after Christ? Does my life bring Him honor and glory?

“Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it” Psalm 197:1a

Unless I am allowing the Lord to work in and through me to build my house – then I labor in vain. I desire my house to be a comfortable place filled with love and peace. I look to the Lord to help me to continue to build that dream home <3

Blessings,
Teresa

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A Father’s Love

There is something so remarkable about a father’s love for his children. The very most important aspect of it – is that it is representative of our Father in Heaven’s love for us. How we are loved by our earthly fathers greatly affects our perception of our Heavenly Father. Has he loved us unconditionally? Has he believed in us? Has he encouraged us? Is he proud of us? Has he been a gentle leader, modeling with his actions what he teaches us with his words? Has he shown his sons how to be a man, and told them that they have what it takes to be one? Has he instilled in his daughters confidence in their beauty and character? If it is easy to love and respect our earthly father, it will be easier to love and revere our Heavenly Father.

jim&tree

Growing up, I knew my daddy loved me. I would run out to meet him when he came home from work. He was affectionate. I would cuddle up with him in his big black armchair after he came home from work. He liked to spend time with me. I would go with him to the hardware and surplus stores (even though they weren’t my favorite) just to be with him. I love the smell of gasoline because it was a smell common to the garage, where I would hang out with him while he worked on cars or other projects. He was patient with me. He took time to talk to me when I had done wrong, and used teachable moments. He was merciful to me and offered grace when I came to him with probably the worst news a daughter could tell her dad – I was pregnant as an unwed teen. He has supported me emotionally and helped financially more times than I can count. He fixes anything and everything when he comes to visit. He has always been, and I know will always be – there for me.

Dad-n-Me March 2016

This month my dad came for a long visit. One night I was doing the dishes and he came over and stared at me with his little squinty eyes. Normally, this means he is about to say something witty or corny (or a little of both). Bracing myself, I asked him,”What?” He replied,”It’s so nice seeing you being such a good woman.” Now my dad always tells me how proud of me that he is. He consistently praises me and my family. But this one really stuck out. It was one of those moments that I will remember forever. How it makes a child’s heart soar to have their father’s approval!

Fast forward to this past weekend. I had a conversation that just breaks my heart. A friend was tearfully telling me how her father ignores her, and has never approved of her. All she wants is his love and acceptance. The need never goes away. From birth until the day you leave this earth. My most eloquent, heartfelt words, or even the biggest hug I could offer would not make that hurt go away.

But God can, He can comfort us. He loves us and accepts us. He is the perfect father, waiting – desiring to take all our burdens, shame, and pain and turn them into joy!

And for those blessed with dads who have done a great job, let’s be thankful. They have paved the way; making it all the more easier to believe in a Heavenly Father that loves us even more than they do!

“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!” 1 John 3:1A

Blessings,

Teresa

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My Love

Happy Valentine’s Day! I was planning on a whole post about love and marriage. But as I was jotting down notes in my journal, I realized that is not doable in just one post. There is so much to cover, and I look forward to writing about those topics. But for now, I will just post a little tidbit about my love.

Tim & Tree 2010

Tim & Tree – Feb 14, 2010

This is me and my hubby in one of my very favorite pics of us together. It was taken 6 years ago today at our friend’s wedding. We have changed a little since then, but I don’t think there has been a pic as great as this one since! LOL

That day he gave me a CD of 3 songs he had written for me and recorded. I love all of the songs. They are very special to me, and I have not shared them with the world until today. I was listening to them this morning, and suddenly felt a peace about sharing them. I have always clung to them tightly. I was trying to figure out why. And I think this is it: I am at a place now in my relationship with him where I feel that I am a priority to him. I feel loved, valued, cherished, fought for! I feel secure enough that I don’t have to be stingy with these songs as a way of making myself feel like I am important to him. I know that I am. We have gone through a LOT since this photo was taken. Don’t get me wrong, I was truly happy in this picture. But now, I am even more happy. I have joy. And I have the blessing of a man who fought for his wife and his marriage, who makes God number one in his life so that he is the best husband he can be. That’s my love.

And now, here are the songs that he wrote and recorded for me:

1. The Lucky Guy

2. We Are One

3.I Ain’t Leavin’ You

I hope you enjoy them!

Blessings,
Teresa

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