Earlier today, as I was winding down my work day, I decided to look through some of my old archived e-mail to see if I could delete any of it. (I tend to keep e-mails for a long time, you know, just in case I might need them at some point. I am kind of an e-mail hoarder. Please, don't feel the need to alert A&E. I don't want my own reality show.) As I was perusing the e-mail, I notice a folder labeled "Former Landlord" (Technically, the folder was labeled with the person's actual name, but I'm not about to put THAT out there in the blog-o-sphere.) I started to read through that folder and boy, did it bring back memories.
A year ago tomorrow, I received an e-mail telling me that I had to move out of the house I was living in immediately. FL was having some personal financial issues and, because of that, I and my former roommate were affected. What followed were some very worrisome, tense months of not quite knowing what was going to happen and where I was going to live. I like order and patterns. I do not like upheaval and chaos. I also don't like being lied to and deceived but that's another story.
Fast forward to now. I can't believe how well everything turned out. I mean, I can believe it because I am living it but, at the time, it was scary. Annnnddddd....it also showed me (once again) how my God takes care of me even when I don't know what is coming. You'd think by now I would have learned that lesson, right?
Looking around me now it's hard to believe I have been in MY house for almost a year now. This time last year I was FREAKING out and now I am not. Despite the heart-attack inducing electric bills, the birds residing in my oven vent, the %&@()$ feral cats that I can't seem to get rid of short of doing something inhumane (not that I was thinking about doing that or anything), or the seemingly endless things that always seem to need to be done around here, I am so much happier now than I was a year ago.
I love my house. I loved decorating at Christmas. I love seeing my winter decorations still up. I love planning the garden that I want to plant this spring. I love watching miss raven run around the yard chasing away the scary helicopters that fly overhead. I love the thought of sitting outside in my chair this summer while I grill my supper. I love that God takes care of me, despite my lack of faith sometimes. I love that He doesn't give up on me when I fall short again and again.
I love that so much can happen in a year.