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September 1, 2009

Death in Life

For the past few days, I’ve  found myself crying at the new house. I’m a bit overwhelmed by it all. If you know me, you know this is all I’ve ever wanted for YEARS. And now actually having it is amazing, but also overwhelmind. It’s an incredible house and it only needs paint because the former owner did so much work on the place.

On Friday afternoon, I cried on the deck because the owners left me a folder with receipts and warranties. The appliances are all new and were barely used. A jaccuzzi bathtub, central air conditioning, kitchen cabinets & appliances and the backyard landscaping were all done last year or the year before.  This house was full of another woman’s dreams. I’m so grateful to have her beautiful home. Of course, her meticulous record keeping makes me smile too.

Today, I was at the house alone. I sat on the floor of the master bedroom. Cool air streamed from the air conditioner.  I looked across the room and examined the closet doors and the pretty door handles. My eyes scanned the room and then I got up and walked into the other rooms. Three gorgeous ceiling fans, shiny wood floors and more pretty doors and handles. My eyes flooded with tears. The thought that this home was someone else’s dream filled my mind again. She had such good taste.  If we had met and known each other, I think we would have been friends or maybe she would have been someone I saw as a mentor.

Each morning I’ve opened the front door of the house, I feel my soul leaping forward because I am so excited to be there. Fresh paint fills the air and I’m greeted by the new muted tones on the walls. Eveything is still undone, but I can see the magic in the house. The house is filled with another woman’s dreams and memories, but there’s room for mine there too.

I’m amazed by the house, the former owner, God, His Grace and how even in death there is life.

Hugs,
marlene

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