Playhouse

I am sitting at the tiny house we purchased for retirement.  We have dubbed it “Our Playhouse.”  Dan has been working on remodeling the main bathroom. I came over a day earlier to clean, straighten and set the house up for temporary living. He is now taking a power nap.  As I look out over the screened porch it almost appears we are in a tree house.  Nothing but quiet surrounded by trees – no internet, no television or radio.  It is just me and nature enjoying some quiet time.

As in other parts of the country, we are suffering from a serious drought.  The HOA has banned any watering of yards or any water usage unless needed for survival.  The vines are taking over the trees not doubt in search of moisture.  We will tend to the landscaping with cooler weather and the Lord willing, a renewed supply of water.

Our playhouse is not perfect.  It has survived many years of both loving care and neglect.  The previous owner obviously took pride in his man house/cave. The family rented the playhouse for several years after his passing before deciding to place on the market.

We looked at several places but as I explained to the realtor, this house is a happy house.  Looking past the dust and dirt and overgrown landscape, we sensed the presence of happy memories.  We often find ourselves smiling when stumbling across little personal touches from the previous owner.

The playhouse is slowly taking shape.  It is amazing what elbow grease, soap and paint can do to a place.  The outside desperately needs a bath but that will have to wait until the drought passes and the greatly anticipated rainy season arrives.

Seasons pass.  Some are filled with plenty other with want.  We are entering a new season of our lives—hopefully within the next few months.  It has taken us both by surprise just how excited we are with this new transition.

Just as this little house, we have weathered much.  We too have been through seasons of sorrows and joy.  With some sprucing up from our Father, family and friends, we make it through each season. Thankfully our mending is not just surface. It goes to the heart.  For that and for our little playhouse we feel gratefully blessed beyond measure!

And in Him, you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by His Spirit.  Ephesians 2:22