We are camping out in the upstairs guest room, sleeping in the double sleeping bag on the floor because the downstairs is still in chaos and it is so nice and uncluttered upstairs.  I am falling in love with that little room with the long window and the tree that knocks against it, asking to come in.  I am falling in love with being back in an attic and I am remembering the first attic I was raised in, the shared space with the siblings and the hours of reading and dreaming and playing that fed and grew my soul into what it is now.  Good things happen in an attic.  I think we are both falling in love because husband has asked twice now if we want to just stay up there, to forgo the cute master with the claw foot tub bathroom and climb stairs every night.

I might say yes.

He also asked if we could have our people over and pray over this space we're shifting into.  My heart burst when he asked, I fell for him ten times harder.  I had been mourning a bit this week.  I recognize that this move is semi permanent and that it is not closer to my family or my city and that felt hard.  But to hear him say that out loud.  To realize that what we are really doing by signing mounds of papers and giving all our money and energy to this old rambling place is not just a move or a purchase.  We're staking ground here.  We're committing to a community where His kingdom needs growing.  We're staying and for as long as we're here I hope that we are something bold and lovely together.  He asked me that question and I heard Paul loud in my head For we are the aroma of Christ and there is something challenging about that thought.  Something that beats out the homesickness for a while and frames this "American Dream" into a solid, lasting thing.

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