Two years ago, Sunday, we got the keys to our home ON our fifth anniversary.
It was the craziest season of my life so far and if these walls could talk, oh man…
They would tell a story of a woman who left all she ever knew and moved to a foreign land and settled in this new (old and outdated) home in lovely Ken Caryl, Colorado.
These walls would comically share snarky stories of how she thought she knew what winter was, how she thought her adorable Charlotte Russe boots would be fine for a Colorado winter, and how she couldn’t understand why it was so dad gum dark all the time.
They would reluctantly tell how depressed and lonely she was for months.
They would tell how she cried and wanted to go back so many times.
They would tell you how she would pretend to be okay and pretend to happy… after all, she wanted to make new friends and she wanted the ones she left behind to think all was well in this new, dark and frozen land.
If they were to tell you the stories of the early days, they would tell a story of a woman laced with fear, desperation, and a longing for the familiar.
They would also tell you about a lot of “work/life balance” arguments between husband and wife that could all be boiled down to her loneliness. After all, he had built in “friends” called coworkers and there she was trying to “work the street/bus stop” in a snow storm.
But they would also have sweet things to share… like the story of a beautiful baby girl who was brought home here to the only home she has ever known.
If these walls could talk they would tell stories about laughing so hard you cry (or pee, depending on who you’re watching), family game nights, movie snuggles, and making the most of the dark months by investing in laser tag.
They could tell you sweet milestone stories about things like first words, first steps, first days of school, big boys beds, losing teeth, and potty training.
These walls could also share lots of stories about celebration… They could tell of adoption, birthdays, and anniversaries.
Unfortunately, these walls know a few sad stories too… stories of sickness, bumps, bruises, cuts and stitches.
These walls have witnessed terrifying seizures and devastated parents.
They have also watched visitors come and go… They have seen new friendships being developed and old friendships being rekindled. They have witnessed the joys of the visitors arrival and the heartbreak of the departure.
These wall have observed new traditions being made and old traditions being yearned for.
They have learned so much about remodeling… the work, the stress, and the excitement.
If these walls could talk they would tell you all about the fights that were fought and the love that was made.
They could tell you…
Romans 8:26 – 28 The Message (MSG) Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our present condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
But if you asked these walls about the that girl that first moved in… they would tell you that she is nowhere to be found. They wouldn’t be able to explain it (they are merely walls after all).
They could tell you they have learned Isaiah 43:19 says;
Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
If these walls could talk they would have some great/news worthy/lifetime movie stories.
Thankfully, these walls can’t talk and they will keep my secrets.
They know my pain, suffering, and fear, but they also know my deepest love, greatest joy, and utmost yearning for Him.
I have grown to love these walls.
They are home now and home is a safe/happy/healthy/loud place that I just can’t get enough of.
I wonder what our walls will have to say in 2 more years? 5 more years? 10 more years? 25?
If your walls could talk, what would they say?
What would you be proud of them sharing? What would they share that would make you cringe?
Let’s give our walls stories worth telling, stories of courage, faith, and perseverance.