After two weeks, all the boxes have been unpacked and the memories restored. We are settled in to our new place and I have to admit it’s taking some time to acclimate. I finally quit going into the walk-in closet to go to the bathroom.
The place on Camrose was built in 1958, while our new place was built in 2012. It’s almost weird having enough outlets, a garage and in general things that do not need repairing time after time.
I thought where we lived in Farmington was super close to everything but where we are in Midlothian may have that beat. It’s funny how you get use to all the ways to get around in an area and now you’re here constantly looking at google maps – trying to find the easiest way to get to places.
The neighbors are friendly and the grounds are kept immaculate. I had a warm feeling inside the first time I saw someone else cutting my grass. It’s very quiet here and we are really enjoying cooking out on our little patio and rocking on our front porch.
Everything is going pretty great but I learned yesterday that the furniture we ordered will not only NOT be here next week but will not be until the end of the month. I got pretty worked up and made several calls and expressed my opinion.
Today, on the 4th of July, Lynn and I decided to go see a movie. As we were waiting for the movie to start, a young man in a wheelchair was rolled in by a lady who was his aide and they sat in front of us. He appeared to have cerebral palsy. His aide lifted him up and put him in the handicapped chair they have. She was so gentle and sweet with him. She went to get him a beverage. I saw them exchange their own unique fist bumps. It was like something they did a million times. I breathed in their love and whispered to Lynn, “And we were all worked up about the furniture.”
I immediately became ashamed of how I reacted to the furniture issue. I don’t know if I was that regretful about how I spoke to the various furniture supplier people (I wasn’t really all that bad). I do regret how upset I got about it.
I believe that the young man in the wheelchair AND his aide were a message from God. I would also wager that he was a message to those sitting around us as well.
We’ve got a bed to sleep in and a table to eat at so we have nothing about which to complain. There are many friends we would love to have over and when we have a place for you to sit and eat, I promise we will.
However for now, I will enjoy what I have and be grateful that every once and awhile God will speak to you in just the right way,