News alert: The house is not really ours.
This morning as I’m continuing to read through Psalms, these set of verses spoke volumes to me: “The inner thought is that their houses will last forever, Their dwelling places to all generations; They call their lands after their own names...But when he dies he shall carry nothing away.” Psalm 49:11,17
“Oh, you guys are the ones who bought the Reecie Scott place.” We’ve heard that from several folks when introducing ourselves to new people around town. Small town, word travels, ya know! What they really wanted to say was, "So, you're the ones who I saw letting your kids run around half (well, let's be honest, fully) naked in the yard the other day!" Anyway, our farmhouse was previously the Reecie Scott place - about 100 acres with the farmhouse. The tract was divided between the children. We’ve heard that Mr. Reecie was hardworking and honorable and so was his wife, Mary Lou, and are honored to be the next family to live on the property.
Speaking of angels, walls and doors, for your viewing pleasure…”The Mama-logue.” It's 3.5 minutes long, but worth it. (Click the link at the top if you’re viewing in email so you can see the video.)