Interesting considering the ladies’ Bible study that I’m participating in is reading The Practice of Godliness by Jerry Bridges and one of the chapters for tomorrow night’s discussion is the chapter on contentment. Learning to be patient as we look toward our first home ownership. Contentment also plays a role as we start looking at houses and realize that there are going to be things we don’t like about the house we end up getting. There is no perfect house, just as there is no perfect mate, perfect job or perfect church. A reminder that this life is temporary and we aren’t to build our dream life or home on this earth for it will all pass away. Being content with where we are and not always striving for something more is key to living this life with genuine joy.


First Experience at House-Hunting

Last Saturday was our first experience at looking at houses as potential buyers. Technically, we can’t really buy a house until January but since we’ve never done this before, we wanted to get out there and see what is involved and get some experience.

The first house we looked at was a house that we had seen the outside of and really liked the huge backyard and the look of the neighborhood. Now we were able to actually go inside. The house had a great basement that had its own bathroom. It was obviously an older house as the colors in the bathroom were icky. The main downfall to it was no central air. That is probably going to be a dealbreaker for us when it comes to a house. I liked that it had a built-in cabinet with glass doors in the dining area.

The next house was a 2 story with basement. The yard was okay and we liked the front porch. One issue for us was the lack of a double entryway to have a safeguard against the cats getting out when we come in the house. I liked the view from the master bedroom. However, we started to go into the basement and the smell stopped us in our tracks. It was flooded and smelled horrible. Not good.

Both of the above houses were in Redford. The last house we went to look at was in Farmington Hills, not far at all from where we currently live. We had also driven by this house a couple weeks ago and saw that it had a door into the attached garage (the double entryway we want for the cats’ protection). The first thing I noticed when we walked in was it smelled like someone had been smoking. The carpet in the living room was badly stained and will definitely need replacement. The downstairs is a nice open floor plan and I liked the flooring in the entryway. The kitchen has an island and nice countertops. There is a half bath on the main floor and a basement that is unfinished but not bad looking. The stairway upstairs curves around which I liked and there is a wall around the hallway where you can look down into the stairway. I started oohing and ahhing when I walked into the master bathroom. A shower stall and 2 sinks!! Not having to juggle around in the mornings trying to get ready with 1 sink and mirror! That was a huge plus for me. It also had a nice backyard that was partially fenced in.

All in all, it was a good experience to see what’s involved in this. We really liked the last house we saw and it would be nice if we could actually move forward to buying it. But it’s all in God’s timing and we need to make wise choices financially and see what He has planned for us.

Trusting God

It’s amazing to me to look back over the last several months and even years to see what God has been teaching me and how He has worked in me to grow me and change me. He is helping me to cope with situations better. I am learning how to trust Him and to get my focus on eternity rather than freaking out over the current problem of the day. This too shall pass. He is in control regardless of how out of control things may seem.

Having this focus as we begin the hunt to buy our first house is crucial. Being able to trust Him that He will provide what we need and when we need it. His timing is perfect not ours. He can work out the details.

Not of this world


My country, what is it? Where do I belong?
I was born in Bangladesh and raised by my
American parents. Then I lived in
America, “my” country by ancestry.
Kenya was my next home. So, where,
Oh, where, do I belong?

My heart is worried, I feel lost and confused.
Am I an American or a Bengali? Or,
Still, am I a Kenyan? What am I?
Then I know. Peace comes. I am not
A Bengali, though I was born there.
And yet, I am not a Kenyan, though
I lived there.

So you say, I am an American. But wait!
I am not that either. So where do I
Belong? I am not a citizen of any
Country on earth. I am a citizen of
Heaven. I have found my home.
I belong.