When Dave and I were newlyweds, we lived in the duplex he had purchased long before he met me. Wanting to own a place where we both felt ownership, we started house hunting, and I found a new hobby. Looking at homes was fun! Taking in floor plans, decorating styles, and ways to improve a place were all part of the enjoyment.
Even now, rarely does a week go by that I haven’t scoured Zillow for all available houses in our price range—and occasionally, just for fun, I look at the million-dollar mansions, too. We’ve lived in our two-story for fourteen years, but the thought of being mortgage free has been dancing in my mind for a few years.
Every once in a while, a foreclosure in our neighborhood will pop onto the market. In September, it happened again. Dave, Joshua, my in-laws, and I met a realtor one warm afternoon to tour a home similar to our own but with a potentially lower price tag.
The house featured two things that made our hearts leap—a three car garage and a relatively small backyard (when we bought our home, we thought we’d love mowing and maintaining over half an acre).
However, as we toured the place, I made a list of the things that needed to be fixed. The heating system, air-conditioning unit, windows, front door, and plumbing all needed work. The basement had water damage and would need mold remediation. The flooring was stained throughout, and it desperately needed new carpet. Once we got home, I quickly estimated how much would likely go into the repairs, and soon the financial freedom, that seemed to be part of the package, was swept away.
At the time, I was nearing the end of writing Finding Home (book two in the Capitol Heart Series), and I teased with my husband saying it was ironic I was penning a novel about “finding home” while contemplating moving.
Finding Home features three characters, Ethan, Claire, and Jezmeen, who are searching for contentment. Sometimes changing directions makes that possible, other times it involves staying where you’re at. In the end, wherever you go, there you are.
When I was in fourth grade, I told a lie to the whole class. One of my friends had a tumor and had gotten lots of attention. It seemed logical to me that if I had a tumor, too, I could get more noticed. My sweet teacher, who book one is dedicated to, typed me a short note explaining that I had to like the person who stared back at me in the mirror every day.
In Finding Home, Ethan wrestles with these concepts, just like we all do. Becoming who God made us is a lifelong process, and we won’t have true satisfaction until we reach eternity—heaven. Having the firm foundation of belief in Jesus Christ is crucial to peace no matter our earthly address. If we have the foundation right and we’re striving to be like Him, we’ve found home.
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