...when I read this. You see, we used to live on a small acreage, surrounded by large farms, almost an hour from the nearest traffic light. Now we live on a suburban street, where all the houses look the same, and have the same sized lots, the same mailboxes, the same goofy looking shrubs lined up in the front yard, even the same kinds of vehicles parked in the driveways. B-O-R-I-N-G. I'm truly grateful for our home, but sometimes this artificial way of living is enough to send me screaming out of my ever-loving mind.
Anyway...here's a verse I came across this morning. Talk about the homesteader's motto. It cracked me up!
"Woe to those who join house to house; They add field to field, till there is no place where they may dwell alone in the midst of the land! Isaiah 5:8.
No kidding!
So then, the past few weeks I've been going through the motions of a sane suburban housewife, but day after day things just continue to mess up in the most unbelievable ways. We decided to put our house on the market, and began doing a few fix-ups. My husband completely tore out the front steps over a week ago, and the very same day tore up his leg. He's been on crutches and getting physical therapy ever since. Then my teen son badly sprained his right hand - so he's all taped up too. We can't even get the grass cut, never mind the house fixed up. Without boring y'all with the sordid details it has been truly one thing messing up after another. So...while I may LOOK the part of the sane suburban housewife.....LOOK OUT...THIS is what I feel like!
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