I refer to our home as the Treehouse since it's a second story condo. It's technically 1560 sq feet of home which is larger than our first single-story house was. But when you get inside, it seems somewhat nestled in a tree due to all the large trees surrounding the front windows. I use to despise the Treehouse....it was the means to an end for me. Now I love it....I adore it actually. And I cringe of the day when we may have to leave it.
There are so many memories in this place. My oldest ninja was three (almost four) when we moved in, and now there are not one but THREE ninjas. Our neighbors always (not exaggerating) greet our crew with a huge smile as they give the southern "hi" in our direction. I use to think it was because they are just so darn nice. But the other day as I was belting out the chorus to Angel of the Morning (in my best Dolly Pardon voice...not that she sung it) while unloading the washing machine that is right near the front door, I realized, these people aren't smiling for us....they are smiling at us!!! I have no doubt in my mind that more than half of the crazy laughter, flatulent contests, movie quotes, ninja fights and amazing impersonations we do can be heard by everyone in the building. I mean duh Misti, if you can hear them vacuuming and their dogs barking from your condo,...then they're hearing you. I'm pretty sure that when they come home from work in the evenings, they just grab a blanket, butter some popcorn, plop on the couch and just sit listening to it all unfold. Thirteen years ago it would have made me so embarrassed that I would strategically have figured out how to leave without running into anyone in the complex. But after being married 13 years to The Cajun, I just shake my head and keep singing.
This Treehouse has seen so much. And now that my "give a rip" is officially broken, I realize that my life is the funnest it's ever been. What it all boils down to is enjoying the simple things about our originality, going with the flow and trusting God through it all. These are all things that have been a challenge for me to do in the past. Honestly, I haven't fully mastered them, but I'm getting there. And I've never been happier. I suppose you could say I've found my joy!
My life is in no way perfect...it's actually one of the more difficult times. And I just sit and shake my head when something else gets added to our plates because instead of absolutely flipping out, doing an ugly cry and showing the Cajun of yet another not so fabulous side of the woman he married, I'm smiling. I'm laughing. I'm not stressed at all. I'm find myself asking God, "You got this one, so what do you want me to focus on?" And that's usually when the Holy Spirit in His gentle, yet stern manner, reminds me of the dishes in the sink, the crumbs that need sweeping up or the little ninja who just wants to snuggle. It's like He is sweetly telling me "Baby Girl, I got this (hold up. ya'll, in my mind, God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, whenever they talk to me, it's with a deep, hardy southern twang)Baby girl, I got this...now why don't you go do the things I've asked of you. And I'll let you know if there is any concern in what I'm working on".
Now, I hope this is not just a season of me "getting it" and then in the next month or so, I go back to being wild and crazy when trouble comes our way. I do know that if I allow myself to, I can go back to being that way. But that sounds like a horrible idea. The only way I know to keep this new revelation, new attitude, new way of understanding...is by daily living in the Word. Absolutely making time to pray and read God's letters to us is the key to my survival. I'm not perfect at it...especially when I wake up, look at the alarm on my phone, and greet the world with the a good, long "crraaaaappppp" because I've apparently hit snooze for the last hour instead of waking up to pray. I'm so grateful that the Cajun, our ninjas and especially the Good Lord love me mess and all. Be encouraged friends! To the two of you who are reading this ;), if God can use a donkey and get my florescent legged self to trust Him....then there is hope for us all.
All my love...
Misti
There are so many memories in this place. My oldest ninja was three (almost four) when we moved in, and now there are not one but THREE ninjas. Our neighbors always (not exaggerating) greet our crew with a huge smile as they give the southern "hi" in our direction. I use to think it was because they are just so darn nice. But the other day as I was belting out the chorus to Angel of the Morning (in my best Dolly Pardon voice...not that she sung it) while unloading the washing machine that is right near the front door, I realized, these people aren't smiling for us....they are smiling at us!!! I have no doubt in my mind that more than half of the crazy laughter, flatulent contests, movie quotes, ninja fights and amazing impersonations we do can be heard by everyone in the building. I mean duh Misti, if you can hear them vacuuming and their dogs barking from your condo,...then they're hearing you. I'm pretty sure that when they come home from work in the evenings, they just grab a blanket, butter some popcorn, plop on the couch and just sit listening to it all unfold. Thirteen years ago it would have made me so embarrassed that I would strategically have figured out how to leave without running into anyone in the complex. But after being married 13 years to The Cajun, I just shake my head and keep singing.
This Treehouse has seen so much. And now that my "give a rip" is officially broken, I realize that my life is the funnest it's ever been. What it all boils down to is enjoying the simple things about our originality, going with the flow and trusting God through it all. These are all things that have been a challenge for me to do in the past. Honestly, I haven't fully mastered them, but I'm getting there. And I've never been happier. I suppose you could say I've found my joy!
My life is in no way perfect...it's actually one of the more difficult times. And I just sit and shake my head when something else gets added to our plates because instead of absolutely flipping out, doing an ugly cry and showing the Cajun of yet another not so fabulous side of the woman he married, I'm smiling. I'm laughing. I'm not stressed at all. I'm find myself asking God, "You got this one, so what do you want me to focus on?" And that's usually when the Holy Spirit in His gentle, yet stern manner, reminds me of the dishes in the sink, the crumbs that need sweeping up or the little ninja who just wants to snuggle. It's like He is sweetly telling me "Baby Girl, I got this (hold up. ya'll, in my mind, God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, whenever they talk to me, it's with a deep, hardy southern twang)Baby girl, I got this...now why don't you go do the things I've asked of you. And I'll let you know if there is any concern in what I'm working on".
Now, I hope this is not just a season of me "getting it" and then in the next month or so, I go back to being wild and crazy when trouble comes our way. I do know that if I allow myself to, I can go back to being that way. But that sounds like a horrible idea. The only way I know to keep this new revelation, new attitude, new way of understanding...is by daily living in the Word. Absolutely making time to pray and read God's letters to us is the key to my survival. I'm not perfect at it...especially when I wake up, look at the alarm on my phone, and greet the world with the a good, long "crraaaaappppp" because I've apparently hit snooze for the last hour instead of waking up to pray. I'm so grateful that the Cajun, our ninjas and especially the Good Lord love me mess and all. Be encouraged friends! To the two of you who are reading this ;), if God can use a donkey and get my florescent legged self to trust Him....then there is hope for us all.
All my love...
Misti
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