Contentment

In 2001, we built our forever dream house. As young 35-year-olds, that is truly what we thought. It was a beautiful brick ranch home with a pool on several acres that served us well for twenty-two years. After many years of talking, praying, and talking, praying, and praying, we decided to sell and move. Where? We weren’t sure. Why did we move? We knew we needed to downsize. I have shared how emotional selling that house was and how hard the decision to sell was.  Fourteen months later, I know it was the right and best decision, but still hard.  

We found a rental we loved and lived there for the past year. That 1200-square-foot (one-third of the home we sold)  rental house is where I found a new contentment when I didn’t even know I was struggling with contentment. I was content with what we had, but we also knew it was no longer right for us. It took me a couple of years to understand what was going on.  

Contentment meant I had to accept the changes that needed to take place. 

We made a short list of where to live and what must be included in our next “forever home.”  We looked at several homes and finally found it. It met the list and was what we never would have chosen as young 35-year-olds. But 25 years later, the list changed, and our contentment levels changed. 

Surrounded by many homes is our new desire. In our 30’s we chose the land and our neighbors (family) could be seen, but not heard. As we have gotten older and our home is quieter, we enjoy seeing people around the house. Waving to our neighbors and standing around talking for a few minutes on the sidewalk brings new joy and comfort.  

The lesson learned in these two moves in one year is that my home is where my husband is and where family and friends can come over to fellowship (and eat). Change was needed, and I found a new contentment.  It’s peaceful! I’m thankful!