After 7 years of prayers and waiting, we are finally...home.
We moved in on New Year's Eve which I think is also very symbolic of this time in our lives. It's a fresh start. A big, empty house just waiting to be made into a home. Within a week, our littlest boy colored on the freshly painted walls and mushed toothpaste into the brand new carpet. Yes, we are home.
Moving is an interesting process. You disrupt your whole life, dig through years of memories, find all those treasures you had forgotten about, throw them all in a box and start over.
I've been getting rid of everything. If I don't need it, use it, or love it...it's gone.
Something beautiful is happening. There is...less. Less to clutter up my house. Less to clean and collect dust. Less to dig through while trying to find what I really need.
Stuff is just stuff. When I was 17, our family home was destroyed by a fire. Everything was gone. At the time it was hard to let go, but now there really isn't anything from my childhood that I really wish I still had.
I would challenge you today to really look at your home. Does your stuff add visual chaos or feel peaceful? Does everything have a place and a purpose?
Our homes should be full of love and warmth, not empty things that just get in the way.