One Big Happy

It’s move-in day ya’ll! And we’ve mutually agreed that we are each free to blog (tastefully and respectfully of course) about the ups and downs, ins and outs of this One Big Happy adventure.

For those who received our newsletter, you are privy to the adventure ahead… as we prepare to go we are moving in a sweet family of four who are beginning the process to go with us.

Finally! It’s move-in day… Not even joking, the bare walls and empty spaces are driving. me. crazy. I am so ready to move their stuff in. I am so ready to discover the new harmony of our peaceful clattering. While I realize it is for sure a skill I need to foster… living in limbo is not something I particularly enjoy.

To my advantage, our things blend well. Not that it would have been a deal breaker if they didn’t… it’s just an added perk. This isn’t the first time we’ve had folks live with us… or even the second… we’ve had singles, and families, church friends, asylum seekers and folks just needing a little bit of help for a time. It may not be our first rodeo, but we’ve discovered that it doesn’t get any easier… better maybe and always good, but not easy. Preparing for today hasn’t been uncomplicated…

Over the last few weeks we’ve been purging furniture, kitchenware, knick-knacks and whatever else my heart has been willing to part with. I’ve got a closet literally filled to the brim and a massive pile under the carport where such discarded things await their fate.

I’m not really a material girl… the first time I heard God was when my boisterous two year old shattered a crystal vase that my mother had given me. “I am enough” said the Lord “and nothing compares to me.” I hold most things loosely… But I’ve build a home. It reflects who I am and my family. It tells stories of our adventures, our sorrows and our successes. Leaned against the pile outside stands the crib that I laid all seven of my babies in. Buried in the closet are memories and irreplaceable treasures.

These past days I have both wrestled and cherished what I know is true… Do not lay up treasures on earth, where moth and rush destroy, where thieves (or children) break and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

The mingling of our utensils doesn’t bother me at all, but moving my table out of the front room so that they could bring in theirs… the heart is deceitful. It tempts us to think that we are more important, that my things are better. The certainty of the matter is that one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions. And I know that contentment (which is a great gain) will not be found in selfish hoarding, but in thinking others more highly, putting to death earthly natures and being of one heart and mind, not claiming any possessions to be my own but sharing all that I have.

I actually do love it. At least the unfleshly parts of me. I love community. Doing life with others is where I thrive. But I’m not perfect. And complete venerability and transparency is never a walk in the park. Holding all things with open hands is so so good, but knee deep in the nitty-gritty often reveals the hidden places of self-preservation.

I am both nervous and excited about today. I know that it will be good. I know that God has much gain for us all.

Published by Tiffanie Lloyd

I am a detail-oriented and energetic multi-tasker traveling at the side of my best friend, and momma to eight amazing kids. God has gifted me with creativity; I'm an entrepreneur, writer, and photographer with a passion for women's health, particularity in childbirth. I'm a Parenting and Childbirth Educator, Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor, and working toward certification as a Holistic Nutritionist. Thanks for stoping by! Be sure to check out my archives, and sign up for notifications about new posts!

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