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House Hunting


Our family has moved quite a bit over the years. Military moves and around town moves. Moves to be with family. We are looking to move one last time. House hunting is a mixture of excitement and frustration. I have been told by my wonderful husband that I am by far too picky, but a house is more than a structure to store your things and provide shelter. A house becomes your home. It is the place where you feel safe and comforted. It is the place where family memories are made. My family and I looked at a sweet little house that has been through the mill. The carpets look like used napkins and the interior doors have been used for soccer practice.

I stopped to think what if this little house is looking for a new owner. Someone to love it and care for it as it deserves. Someone to patch up its boo-boos and breath fresh life into it. This thought makes me a little sad. If a house could talk what would it say? My previous owners took me for granted. They did little to notice I was even there. How I wanted them to dress me up for Christmas. How I long to have a family feel safe and cozy thanks to me.

This is a silly thought I know, but I think of all of the places we have lived and with each one there is a memory or two of fun times with family and friends. Special moments of celebration, tears of sorrow, and prayers whispered in the night. I'm not sure if this little house is meant for us, but if it is I vow to breath fresh life into its rooms.To share the joy and sorrow of life within its walls and tell the little house how thankful I am for its sturdy walls and protective roof. Wherever you are tonight, before you lay your head down to sleep, think about this post. If your house could talk what would it say to you?

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