I recently read an article that asked the question, “where do you feel the happiest?” Maybe it’s in a loud coffee shop surrounded by people, cooking dinner in your kitchen for your family, or curled up by a fire reading a book. For me I’ve come to realize my happy place is being outside.
When I was a little girl, I lived in the country. I was always squeezing through the barbed-wire fence into the neighbor’s pasture to climb their big oak trees, making boats out of sticks and leaves to float down the ditch after it rained, cooking mud pies in my playhouse, & jumping on the trampoline for hours, only being beckoned back inside by the darkening sky.
Even now that I’m grown, I hate being inside when the sun sets & even feel a sense of sadness if I miss it. When I’m outside my mind & body feel calm & full of peace. I take deep breaths soaking in the fresh air as I listen to the wind rustle the leaves of the trees. I enjoy hearing the crunching of the ground beneath my feet as I walk down the sun-strewn path. I feel alive!
If you followed along with our moving story, you know that it was full of curveballs and this rental house was one of them. I was looking for places closer to our new home and the kid’s school, but I had a hard time finding something that was both big enough and in our price point. Just when I thought I had found the place, it fell through. That’s when I started my search over and began looking closer to our own home and found this place just one neighborhood over. It was big & because it had been empty for a while it was in our budget plus as I said before, because it was built around the same time as our old house so it just felt like home.
Given my story, it seems like I should have an easy time trusting God by now, but it’s always a struggle when things don’t work out according to my plan. I can see now how much of a blessing this home is for us. When I came to look at it, it was dark so I didn’t even realize it was on the greenbelt & backed up to a retention pond. The kids love to go to throw rocks in the pond & look for turtles. The neighborhood also has miles of trails which start just steps outside our door. Every day when the weathers good, you can find me walking with the kids out on one of the trails, often letting Lilah take her afternoon nap in the stroller.
It’s not a perfect house & comes with its quirks but I can tell that this home is God’s gift to me. He placed me in the center of my happy place, His nature. He truly is the giver of good gifts. I hope you will spend some time today reflecting on the good gifts God has placed in your life & may the gratitude of your heart fill your soul with joy.