This quote has circulated Pinterest for quite awhile, and I like it.
In an age where we have almost instant access to so many ideas and pictures and people, it's easy to begin comparing ourselves to the spotless pictures we see.
But I've also been guilty of comparing our rental home to the home we left in OK...and I find that the quote rings true there as well.
I remember my baby, sitting on that dark granite island, curiosity getting the best of her as she stuck a chubby arm into a tall cup of ice water. Priceless expression. I remember the friends that gathered around the kitchen for pizza one night after Christmas, precious friendships.
I remember watching my oldest set off for adventures in the fields behind our yard...she would quickly be lost to sight. I miss seeing three swings occupied as I cook dinner or wash dishes or sit and read in the chair that used to be by the window.
And my pantry? That's totally a shallow thing to miss. But I do. I loved having one space for all our foodstuff and all our serving pieces & seasonal decor.
But if I linger too long wishing for what's passed, I miss the joy that will come in this house.
I'm working on treasuring the memories but not comparing my situations. All our needs and so many desires have been met in each place, despite differences.
I'm going to put my focus on the blessings He has given.
No more thieving of joy here.
~This is Day 27 of 31 Days. You can find all posts in the series here 31 Days of Making this House our Home.