Three years ago my husband and I built a house and moved our family to the country. It was a beautiful experience with a reveal something like that off an HGTV television show.
Actually, it was nothing like that. Not even close.
Our previous home sold in short order and my in-laws graciously allowed us to move into their basement while our home was being built. I was nine months pregnant with our 4th baby at the time. I gave birth 3 days after the move. It really was a recipe for perfection, no doubt.
For the next nine months I hauled my crew of now 4 kids through lighting stores and flooring departments while my husband and I fretted over cabinetry styles and floor moldings. We hemmed and hawed over each and every decision as we weighed quality and durability, budget and design.
When move in day finally arrived it felt much less like a magical reveal and more like the grand opening of a war memorial. The faucets were a memory of a long day dragging too many tired children through a plumbing store. The light fixture in the dining room was the result of a white flag moment from a day I had shopped far too long and decided I didn’t even care about light fixtures any longer. The cabinets were a memorial of endless discussions of light versus dark wood and trendy versus timeless styles.
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Today I’m sharing a slice from one of the toughest adventures of my life over at Sweet Jesus Ministries. And how lessons learned from that translate into one simple trick that can make a huge difference in your marriage. It certainly has in mine. In my marriage, with my friends, and any other sometimes challenging relationship.
I’d love it if you joined me there!
