Good morning!

As most of you know if you follow my blog, I’m in the process of remodeling my home. The home I grew up in. The home my father built. And still lives in with us today. It’s needed some repairs. And a facelift so to speak.

My dear husband has made those changes possible, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful.

I recently happened to overhear a conversation my father had with a friend of his about his true feelings on some of the changes we’re making to the house.

It hurt.😔

It hurt that he doesn’t approve, but says he does. And it hurt that I’ve hurt him by changing it.

But isn’t life about change?

Sometimes that change hurts. It requires us to face the unknown. Step out of our comfort zone.

I’ve come to the conclusion that a house is simply a shell that holds the memories we create inside it. The paint, the flooring, the layout may change, but the memories it holds remain forever.

They say you can’t go back. I did. To the home I grew up in. Living with the man who built it. And now also with the man who’s rebuilding it. I’m doubly blessed. I have the man I first loved, and the man I’ll love last, all under one roof. ❤

We’re now making it OUR home, my husband and I, keeping the memories the old foundation holds, but making it ours in many ways. Through change.

My father’s house was given to me when I moved in to join him. To carry on. And with that we’ve taken the liberties to change it to our liking. Not that his home that he built was not beautiful in its day. It certainly was. And still is. But it was his. And my mother’s. Now it is ours. We are putting our mark on it. We are preparing it for us. All three of us, and our friends and family to gather and make new memories.

I long for the day I get to go to my heavenly father’s house. To see the place he has prepared for me. I won’t mind at all if the stairs are a little steep. If the color scheme is not my preference. It will be perfect! For it’s my Father’s house. The company inside will pale anything I’ve ever known in this lifetime. And the memories will never end!

My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you. John 14:2

Love and laughter,



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