In the house but not of the house

I’m sitting in our new house.

That is not a surprise.  I’ve been in and out of the house for the last few weeks. 

But at this point, we are preparing a few rooms so that we can move in.  We have been graciously hosted by a couple in the church.  Their home has been a God send.

At this point we would like to be in our own home.

Perhaps for insane reasons:

I would love to get up in the morning and start working on repairs to the house.  I would love to sit down at my own “table” (which may look like a box or a stool), and eat together with my wife.  I would love to not have to travel to get to my home (right now our hosts live about 20 minutes away from our house).

And insanely, I would just like to smell the house as I grow with it and it grows with me.

I’m sitting in our new house.  I hope to do much more of that in the future.