Closing

I think it is finally time to close down updates on our house blog as it started out as a record of our building process. Now that we are settled in and making it our home I am hard pressed to find "updates" to put on the blog. I'm not going to delete it as we are sure to visit this site many times to relive some of the memories of the last months. You are sure to see pictures on www.patchofflowersblogspot.com of our home, but no more construction photos!!!

Thanks to all of you who encouraged us along the way and watched the blog, commented, and cheered us on. This morning I had a few thoughts I shared on our family blog and tonight it hit me that it just might be the perfect close to this written journey. I leave you with this...

This morning Jason took the kids to Home Depot and I had the luxury of enjoying a cup of coffee, piece of toast and a good book on my deck. I was very distracted from reading, though, as I was captivated by the wet, quiet and beautiful woods behind our house.

As I sat I felt such peace and calm and found myself being able to give the Lord complete glory for my disposition. I realized just how grateful I am for this piece of land Jason and I are able to put our name to, a piece of land we'll be growing with and journeying through life upon.

I decided to brave the mud from last night's storms and walked back to our creek. It is amazing how many memories that creek evoked from my childhood. In Iowa we had a creek running through the front of our farm that we would cool watermelons in during the summer. I vividly remember the cattails and crawdads as we played in the sun. Then my memories took me to the creek across from my parent's land here in Georgia. We would bury treasure (marshmallows, matches, and Band-Aids) along the creekbed for those emergencies that were sure to occur. The sound and sight of our creek today brought back so many memories as my own siblings and I would play, as children, in the cool water.

And to think, my children will have these same memories, they will create their own versions, but they will enjoy those same things that were so full of treasure for me as a child.

As I walked along the creek this morning, in the quiet damp woods, I was overwhelmed with the knowledge of what we've been given. Not what we've earned or bought or worked for or afforded, rather just what we've been given. Our Father has blessed us with a home so dear to our hearts, not one of great grandeur or wealth, but one of solidity and firm foundation to grow this family in and upon. My heart overflows...