Confession time. After forty years on this earth, my life is still a work in progress. I’m nowhere near where I want to be spiritually, physically, financially, or even emotionally, but God and I are working on it, slowly but surely, one day at a time because He promised He would. “I am sure of this, that he who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6
About two years ago, I had had it. I was fed up with the rat race to keep up with the Joneses, accumulate possessions, and garner likes on facebook to the detriment of my spirit, health, wealth, and mind. I lived in a house that was too big, packed with crap I didn’t need or even really want, and in a city neighborhood in Texas that I hated. Funny thing is, four years earlier, I had thought that house was my reward for having clawed my way out of about $70,000 in debt from the previous years’ race to the so-called top. It was also at a point where I suddenly faced the threat of losing my job due to a possible sale of the company. That house and all the worldly goods and gadgets it contained were now a burden, and I needed to break free.
I asked God to open the door for where I needed to be to get closer to joy, closer to peace, and most importantly, closer to Him. You know what? He decided to send me back to the country where I grew up. I put my house on the market and took that opportunity to unburden myself from possessions. I gave stuff away until every last thing I owned fit into an 8′ X 10′ storage unit. My parents graciously allowed me to live in their spare bedroom while I built the home of my dreams, which you see at the top of this page.
My little yellow cottage by the woods may not be much to some, but it’s everything to me. That tiny little cottage was God’s answer to my prayer for help. It wasn’t an easy road to get here. In fact, there’s been plenty of heartbreak, but now, I know exactly why God chose that time for my move. He knew I was going to need that little cottage to make it through it all, but that’s another story for another time.
If you need a change like I did, I hope you’ll join me on my journey. I’d love to hear about yours. This world would be a much better place if we would listen to each other and see each other through the eyes of Christ.