Eight days ago, the six of us arrived in Humansville, Missouri. It’s a funny name for a town. We keep thinking that maybe zombies have attacked and this is the only place left with humans. Will we be protected???? I guess time will tell. 😉
Several months ago, our house was on the market and we had no idea what we were going to do once it sold. We had looked all over the state of Washington, the Northeast, the Southeast (not Texas) and other random old schools and fire houses that were being sold across the country. Mike wanted land. He wanted space to breath and move and our children to run and play. We had a “large” property for our area of Kirkland, WA, but it wasn’t quiet and cost too much to live there. One day, we were looking at the US map on our wall and Mike said, “Why aren’t we lo0king in the middle of the country? We want to travel. The people and places we want to see are on the East Coast and the West. It takes a long time to get from one side to another.” I found a house that day on Zillow. 40 acres. Old 1940’s farm house. Still liveable. Needed some updating. 1/3 forest (per our oldest son’s request). Quiet. Big. Middle of the country. We pursued it.
Come to find out Humansville is about 30 minutes from my aunt and uncle, cousins and grandfather. I grew up coming down to this area for family vacations to visit grandparents and other family, so I was familiar with it. Albeit, not much, but familiar.
My aunt and uncle were kind enough to come and see the property for us before we put an offer in on it. Once an offer was agreed on, Mike flew down here to check it out. Our house in Kirkland was under contract and it all just worked out. Jesus worked out the details.
We closed on our house in Washington, hopped in the Uhaul and the motor home (which I drove cold turkey. I’m just glad we all got here in one piece.) And we crash landed here a week ago.
Here, my friends, are some pictures. These are from the day the sellers moved out. There’s a lot of painting and updating going on right now, so pics from the updates will be up later.
I know I forgot to take a picture of the house itself. I realized it last night when I was looking through all the pictures that I had taken. Oh well. I’ll take one soon.
This is our new little slice of heaven.
Today, I was thinking about this blog and why I call it “Seeing Glory”. For a long time it was because I was “seeing glory” in a lot of the suffering that we had walked through, but now “seeing glory”, is me (us) wanting to see glory in everything. In our experiences. In our world. In God’s creation. In our homes. In disciplining our children. In the hard stuff and good stuff that comes our way.
Jesus provided this house for us in a big way. He knew what we needed. He knew the desires of our heart. He knew our price range. He had it prepared for us. Jesus’ glory is His provision and love and grace for His children. For that we are grateful and His glory is on display in our hearts and over those fields of hay in His sunsets and amber waves of grain.