My grandpa farmed for a livin’,
Content to live the simpler kind of life.
My grandma worked in the kitchen,
Awfully proud to be that farmer’s wife.
They used to say that they’d got everything that they need,
Each mornin’ they wake up:
Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love.
-Randy Travis, “Four Walls“
We have three walls! Number four will go up tomorrow, Lord willing.
I just talked to my man. Our little home is going up quickly! After all these years of hoping and praying, it’s all coming together so fast!
Today I was reading through old journal entries, and was reliving all the times we’ve prayed about the drain field, wondered where we’d live, and pleaded with God to let it happen sooner than later.
And here we are, getting married in just 6 weeks. My dreams come true, my prayers answered: a home with my love…
Last week Merritt wrote me, “I think I’ll learn a lot about how Jesus feels as He is preparing a home for His bride. The love and care which He is putting in our eternal home, the anticipation of bringing His beloved home, are all things that in a very small way I can experience. What an awesome picture and example it is to me! How much better I can understand His love for me as I work out my love for you! What a beautiful thing our love is, even flawed and selfish as it is, it’s still a picture of our Savior’s love for us…”
I grow ever more thankful for this godly man…