You & I are long overdue to catch up.
A few months ago, I wrote a post about being real, being messy, thinking out loud online, being transparent, really sharing my life with you. Since then, my life has been in a season that has made it challenging to just keep up, let alone keep you updated. And as the length of time since that post got longer, and looooonger, it got harder & harder to summon the nerve to make good on my commitment.
I mean hey, there I was, being all brave & everything, putting myself out there, woo-hoo! Then I did what… went & hid behind a bush? Well, not exactly… but that’s kind of how it felt. So, here I am, out of hiding & ready to tell you the real deal.
I like bullet points, so here goes:
Which brings us to a critical detail: my parents & I bought this house together. In fact, I’m sitting at my desk in my new office as I’m typing this! I love my new space!!! They have downstairs (a.k.a. the “old folks” first floor suite) & I have upstairs (a.k.a. “live-in tech support” housing). The 3-dog pack remains intact, which was a major motivation for getting a house together. Maggie & I got so used to Annie & Ellie being around since Florence, I basically told my parents I was holding the dogs hostage unless & until they moved to Nashville. (That threat worked out way better than I expected!)
We consolidate & save on living expenses; my house becomes a rental property; my parents dog-sit while I’m traveling months at a time for business; I dog-sit while they’re traveling weeks at a time for leisure; I can keep an eye on the senior citizens (and provide the previously mentioned tech support), and there’s a big bonus: after 23 years of living by myself, I no longer have to worry about an “I’ve fallen & I can’t get up” situation! Because I can definitely yell loud enough to reach downstairs… although, thanks to the Google Home units I installed, I shouldn’t even have to.
If you’re wondering (like my mom): no, I haven’t given up on marriage. I know a few married couples who’ve had an aging parent or parents move in with them… basically, I’m just taking that step first! (And I’ll still have my little house down the street, so that’s always an option for the newlyweds or the old folks, either way.) And if you’re wondering if I’m still offering a finder’s fee to whoever introduces me to my husband: yep, I still am.
This move to combine households is a Spirit-led leap of faith… so, naturally, my parents & I have family friends who think we’re crazy. Maybe you’re reading this thinking the same thing. I can see why someone on the outside would think that. But the inside perspective is very different.
In many conversations over the years, this is part of how I explain my relationship with my parents: “I’m still single, so I don’t have a spouse to be my ‘team’… my parents are my team.” Over the past 2+ years as I’ve pursued ministry full time, my team has become more important than ever. Their support makes my ministry better… it makes me better. And that benefits not only me, but also everyone God brings across my path, whether they’re in an audience hearing me speak, or messaging me to ask for help amid their recovery from an eating disorder, depression, or a past abortion. It’s all ministry. It’s all important. And I’m indescribably grateful to be a “professional encourager” who gets to do this full time.
Speaking of which, some cool stuff is in the pipeline, I’ll tell you more about that soon! But for now, at least you know what’s been going on the past several months. And if I owe you a reply to an email, message or text, I hope you’ll grant me some extra grace.
2019 is going to be an exciting year. My team is together. My dog pack is together. I don’t need to go to a gym because I’m getting so much exercise going up & down my new stairs. Life is good!!!
The adventure continues…