It is 99 degrees and Santa Ana conditions forecasted for the
next two days here in San Diego…longer fire seasons in California than ever due
to climate change. Sixteen years ago THIS week we had moved all our things into
our newly built home and were living in the local hotel while the boys went to
school and we pulled the final permits….when the Witch Creek fire of 2003 swept
through, threatening our new home and our entire neighborhood. Many of our
friends lost their homes in this fire and in the 2007 fire, so this week always
brings a bit of anxiety, yet a lot of praise and celebration for the provision
our Lord has given us in this home and community. We are surrounded by hills
and trees and brush, with a creek in our backyard, and yet it is a dangerous
place to live during this fire season.
I have written previously about our home and community, so I
won’t repeat myself too much I hope. This week is also my ON chemo week with my
pump attached for the next 48 hours, and I have been reflecting much on life
and gratitude for the material blessings and provision we have been given, as
well as the family and friends who surround me, our home, and this family.
Much prayer and time went into buying this land, setting the
infrastructure of the street and utilities, and building the house. If you are
a home owner, you know that the work is never done. There is always a project
or a repair, but it is still home. I love gardening and changing the flowers
and shrubs with the seasons and I love decorating with the new seasons,
especially fall and Easter time. Greg has been working on a new living space in
addition to the deck and cabana—a pergola, a bar, and a pizza oven (which I
have written about before). Setting the stone and the countertop for the bar
has been quite an ordeal, and it is still unfinished, but that doesn’t stop us
from having friends over, cooking, grilling, and sitting outside and taking in
the amazing fall sunsets. The “old me”—the pre cancer me, would have been set
on perfection—that everything would be finished before we could have guests.
The new me, the new priorities me, the consider it all joy me, is fine with
imperfection, unfinished work, and paper plates! This is freedom to me. I still
love to make a nice meal, to decorate, to add little flairs of color and pop—but
it is okay if it’s not perfect. What is okay is having a space to fellowship in
community with those who we love sharing life with. There is not one day I take
for granted for this home and this neighborhood and these people who surround
us.
“Cheerfully share your home with those who need a meal or a
place to stay.” 1 Peter 4:9
This has been our mission and purpose since we built our
home—to make it a place for love and fellowship and community. We built a detached
casita/guest room since our family lives out of town, but with the exception of
about six months in 16 years, it has not been a guest room, but a safe place
and a haven for those who are in need of a place to stay. Our longest tenant
was three years, but most have stayed 15 months to two years—using the space to
live, save money, and spend time in our yard and with us. It hasn’t been
perfect and there have been rough patches, but we are so thankful that we have
the opportunity to open our home to those who need a place to stay. Currently
we are so excited to have Ashley and Jose Ovalle living here with their dog Buddy
(who as a rescue dog acclimated well with our three rescue dogs). They are newlyweds—I
have known Ashley since she was in fifth grade and I was her Youth Director. They
have the sweetest hearts and are so loving to each other and to us. They love
studying in our library and having time on the cabana with their Bibles and all
the dogs in the mornings.
So this week I celebrate our home. I celebrate my husband
who had the vision and the brawn to build it. I celebrate our neighbors, our
community, our tenants. We have been given much, and much we want to give back.
Thank you to the King of Glory, Jehovah Jirah—the God who provides, for all our
abundant blessings.
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