Being married is a great and many splendid thing. I get to share my life, goals, ideas, family, good things, bad things and everything in between (you get the idea) with a really awesome man of God. We love each other and we even like each other. I am one lucky lady.
Moving around and going where the wind may take us has been really cool and we may not be able to do something like this for a long time to come. What's more, is Dave and I got to do this together. Throughout our time of roaming, I've tried to push the fact that our material things are scattered between two or three counties and that boxes are a vital part of our existence, out of my mind. Now is the time where those boxes become a reality that we're going to have to face and now is the time when we have to decide what is important enough to come live with us in our Bounder and what gets to live in those boxes until further notice. We knew this time would come and I have been both looking forward to this time and dreading it. Mostly, looking forward to it all.
Our family and friends have been a blessing to us this summer. Letting us stay in their houses, in their beds or in their driveways has made our last month a great one. There are no complaints on our part.
Our impending reality of box diving has become a sign of renewal, in a way. We are realizing how important it is for us to have our own space, so even though the Bounder is a small space, it's our space. A place where we can debrief at the end of the day before being in bed and too tired to talk. Aplace where we can put our groceries and then cook them later. A place where we can make a mess and choose whether or not to keep it messy. A place where our underwear might be the only thing worn. In no way are we unappreciative to the people who have welcomed us into there place of living with wide open arms, nor will we claim to have had a less than stellar time with them. We have just realized throughout these past weeks how a space of our own is something we have taken for granted.
In the past, Ephesians 5:31 made me nervous, because I love my family (both biological and new) and being around them makes me comfortable. So comfortable that I usually feel nervous letting others in on how I am behind closed doors. Through this, I am becoming aware of the need for a man and his wife to be independent from their family and discover life relying on one another. In this way, I am in an ever growing understanding of how we should feel about God. Being a wife gives me a clearer knowledge of what it means to submit to God's will and love while still maintaining a deep relationship with just Him. Like many others, I don't want to leave my old habits or learn to do things relying solely on God. Just as Dave and I find it vital to find our independence in our relationship, I should find that and desire that in my relationship with God. To leave what I've known, what is comfortable to me to better myself, is where I know I should be.
Home is subjective. While away from our four walled building, home was with those we love or on the beach with hundreds of other people or on the top of a mountain with millions of gnats. While your home might look like these places or somewhere completely different, my home is always the same, just with different views, with Dave.
