Life Lessons From the Big White House (Post 3)

It's been one month since we moved into this house and I love it. There were times when I thought we were crazy to want to live here, actually, there are times when I still think we are crazy to want to live in this old house, but I really do enjoy where we are. I love being around people that I know or am getting to know. I love the small town feel and just being able to know someone when I go to the grocery store. Being in community with people in the best part about moving to this house.

The most recent life lesson has been that things break. It's true. Things get broken. For instance, our upstairs bathtub had a broken pipe that caused a leak. And it leaked for a while before we ever noticed it. It just dripped onto a ceiling tile and one Saturday morning I woke up to find the living room looking like a hurricane had ravaged through it. There was water and crumbled ceiling tile everywhere.  Quite nasty actually. Anyway, you get the point, broken pipe=nasty mess.
(And if you were wondering, the pipe did get fixed and is functioning quite well.)

This is after the mess had been somewhat cleaned up and the leak contained.

So, back to my point, things break. Many relationships in life have breakdowns. Breaks in my relationships often happen in my poor communication. I think this is true for a lot of people. And just like the broken pipe equaled a nasty mess, my poor communication has caused some pretty nasty messes that need cleaned up. The best part is that I know it needs cleaning up, so I can fix it. Just like that ceiling tile that shattered on the living room floor, are my poor ways for communicating.

Good news is that I have God on my side to help me clean up all the messes I have made in this life.