Perspectives

She said…

I was looking out our office window the other day and was watching the storms roll in across the valley.  I am repeatedly struck with how differently (sometimes) Shannon and I see things.  I look at this view and think that we live in the most beautiful place in the world.  Shannon looks at this view and thinks “Oh crap, the skylights are going to leak again.”

she sees, he sees
She sees, He sees

I moved to the Four Corners in 2002, looking for a place to lick my wounds and hopefully gain a fresh start. Just a week before I had stood in the horse pasture of my last house in Santa Fe, watching my last husband roll out the driveway for the last time in his fully loaded new truck, and screamed at God that I was a mess, my life was a mess, and I didn’t want to do this by myself any more. I needed His help. At first I thought that I found this house by accident, but when I look back on it, I believe that God’s plan for my life was evident in every detail from the time I let loose in the pasture.

This house was a foreclosure. It had been sitting empty for over a year. There had been violence here, as evidenced by the holes in doors and cabinets. Maybe this house just needed to air out, or maybe it was waiting for me. I like to think it was a combination of both. At first it was just a safe haven for me, until one of my first visitors, a collection agent (or under cover law enforcement) looking for the ex, told me that He was looking for the ex here because the wives usually take them back. He woke me to the fact that my past was ready to move back in with me unless I got off my butt and, with God’s guidance, took charge of my future.

Shannon and I met and married in July of 2003, and since then this house has been filled with love and laughter. You can feel it when you walk through the door.

As we get further into the preparations to sell this house and everything else we own so that we can go on the road full time in 2017, I am becoming more aware of the battles my wonderful husband fights for me. We live in the country, and I would just co-exist with mice and spiders as long as they stay out of my food and my bed, while Shannon is constantly waging war against the vermin. I just mop up the puddles where the sideways rain comes in between the logs and around the windows (after all, the storms only come from the south a couple of times a year, right?) while Shannon is constantly in a battle with water and gravity. Must be exhausting!

Now don’t get me wrong, we have loved this house and have many wonderful memories here. But knowing how much of a relief it will be for Shannon to not have to worry about it is making it much easier for me to let go. And while I know that stuff breaks and wears out on RVs, I’m just hoping and praying that our new home won’t have a leaky roof!

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