Earlier this week, Kieran jumped up onto our bedroom window sill and managed to push the window screen out onto the sidewalk.  Eric woke up at around 3 am and looked at the window.  He thought it looked strangely wide open but then thought he was imagining things… until a moment later he saw Kieran’s head, outside our apartment, on the sidewalk of a busy street at 3 am in a new neighborhood when I was and Eric should have been sound asleep.

Not a sparrow falls to the ground outside of His care.

Naturally, we have been at a bit of a loss concerning window-opening.  Since we’re on the ground floor, we always keep our windows closed when we go out, so it gets extremely muggy in here and we need to be able to open the windows when we’re home — especially in the evening when it cools down so much.  Last night we finally had enough of the hot nights laying on top of sheets knowing there was sweet 60 degree air just outside.  We tried putting a box fan in the open bedroom window to block Kieran, but that didn’t work — five minutes later he managed to knock the fan down.  So we did the only thing we could do — we kicked him out into the living room.  (And despite all my guilt in doing so, he didn’t even scratch at the door for more than 5 seconds.)

I am loving this chilly morning air.  I loved waking up surrounded by it.  I loved actually sleeping under our quilt. And although I adore my Kieran cuddles, I kinda loved not waking up too early to a heavy body stepping on my hair and a wet nose on my face.

We also hung curtains last night in our bedroom, sheer, white ones that billow a little in the breeze.  They’re beautiful, and even though it’s a little stark in here without decor and anything on the walls yet, this morning I’m just appreciating the white.  White walls, white blinds, white curtain, white candle wrapped in white lace holding the curtain onto the window sill, and hey — even a white box fan and a white computer.  The layers and textures are so peaceful and the cool and quiet so quenching.

It’s my beloved husband’s birthday today.  We started the morning with cinnamon rolls and sausage and plums and coffee.  (Lest you be impressed, the cinnamon rolls were Pillsbury Grands, Cinnabon flavor.) I finally unpacked our China dishes for the first time ever yesterday (ironically, despite the total lack of storage in our new apartment, the kitchen has ample space), and I busted them out for the occasion.  Refined sugar and nutrient-stripped bread just taste better off fine China, ya know?

I’m apt to be discontent.  I, like most of my generation, have bought into what my youth pastor called The lie of the next thing.  The idea that life will be better and fulfilling once ________________.  (Once I get my driver’s license, once I graduate from high school, once I’m in college, once I get married.  Okay, the driver’s license one was true.)  ;]    Now that I’m married, it’s kids and buying a house. I won’t have any problems when those things happen, right?….

But Jesus has done a work in my heart recently that I hope sticks around.  I’m truly enjoying this phase of marriage and living.  I love our new apartment. I love my kitchen and I love keeping it tidy.  Working full time has been a source of anxiety for me in the recent past because of the strange transition from being in school my entire life, but I’m warming to the idea of being in a job I enjoy, once that job comes along. I’m okay with the idea of letting things happen in His timing and I’m learning to greater and greater extents that He is my fulfillment.

In this bright, white, breezy beginning to my day, I thank the Lord for pursuing me this week.  As only he can do he’s brought me to a point, again, of acknowledging my weakness and depending on him. I read these words today with such joy:

Therefore repent and return, so that your sins may be wiped away, in order that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord; and that He may send Jesus, the Christ appointed for you, whom heaven must receive until the period of restoration of all things about which God spoke by the mouth of this holy prophets from ancient time. (Acts 3:19-21)

Refreshing. Restoration. Jesus Christ is making all things new.


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  • ashley willey

    you’re white room does sound nice :) happy bday to to eric!