I can honestly say that it takes a lot to make me truly angry, and I mean A LOT. I am just now able to write about this because I am still coming to grips with it (wink). In Jeffery and I's marriage we have come to the agreement that I do the inside of the house, Jeffery does the outside, that is how it has always been and it has worked quite to my advantage. There is ONE thing I did ask of my husband and that is to never ever touch the Ivy on my Chimney on the front of the house. And so what happened two weeks ago? He touched it- no he murdered it, removed it, slayed it. It is gone, and I have a big bare,exposed,bald brick chimney on the front of my cute yellow and white house. Needless to say when I saw it i was absolutely enraged but we had to go to a birthday party for a sweet little girl- together, in the same car sitting only a few inches from one another and I wanted to strangle him with the Ivy he removed from my precious house. I of course being the mature one ignored him the entire birthday party, got home and got straight in my car and left without a word to return a movie(that was not due back yet). And OF COURSE what song is playing as soon as I turn the radio on?? "Temporary Home" by Carrie Underwood. I love you Carrie- but lousy timing on your part. I said to myself "OK Lord I get it I am absolutely ridiculous this is a house and not even a permanent one. It is just a way to get there- to You. Yea, Yea, Yea I get it but I am still going to pout." Then, the next morning I go to teach my sweet Sunday school class and what is the lesson? You have a choice between two paths, it is that easy. One that leads to the Lord and one that does not. One that is well traveled, easy, wide. One that is narrow, less traveled, hard. And where does this narrow path lead? Heaven - store up your treasures in heaven not here on earth. "OK, Lord I hear ya AGAIN."
What is the point you say? my point is out of all the things in life that could enrage me I chose Ivy, and look what it gave me. A lousy day, a headache and a few contractions, burning eyes, a fight with my husband and I missed a few hours of fun play time with my children- for what??? Absolutely nothing. I don't even notice the Ivy being gone now, and when I look at pictures I think a little trim may have been a good idea! I could definitely use the excuse of "raging hormones" however I know for sure the Lord has been speaking to me about this for the last few weeks. Elizabeth, store up your treasures in heaven, take the narrow path, remember this is a temporary home- not where you belong, you are just passing through.
Below are the lyrics to the song just FYI
Temporary Home Lyrics
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world
"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home
