A hammer

My husband and I were discussing our living situation now that we have three little ones in our care. We live in a beautiful state where the weather is good, if not radiantly glorious, most of the time. 

As I was recalling our past living situations, God showed me how good He’s been to me over the years.

We have never lived in what one would call a stately or a large home by American standards. We have lived in nice homes though, and just what we needed. We used to own a nice and humble home. Now we live in under 200 sq ft per person, and it’s perfect. 

We’ve had two cars since we were 16 years old. We have one car now and I love “old faithful”. I’m more appreciative of that old bird than ever.

It’s less than we have ever had…
It’s now about two weeks since I first wrote this post. God has showed me more as I was complaining to Him. 

He blessed me in His reply: If I always had my “eternity goggles” on, I’d view a house like a tool, a hammer. It doesn’t matter what the hammer looks like if it does its job. It could be big and pink hammer with a diamond-encrusted handle. It could have a marble or granite head. Or it could be made of iron or wood and be tiny. The point is, God gave me a hammer. 

“As they were walking along, someone said to Jesus, “I will follow you wherever you go.” But Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head.”” ‭‭Luke‬ ‭9:57-58‬ ‭NLT‬‬ 

You see, Jesus had no home, but He equipped us with one, even if it’s on rent. After all, don’t we know it’s all on rent?

Now then, how am I using my hammer? That’s the question.

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