I wanted to take this post to transition to a more meaningful subject matter. This has been on my heart for a long time, and is a huge part of the timing and calling of Pretty Little House. It's lengthy, but worth the read.
Before my husband and I got married, we looked to buy a small starter house to begin our new life in. We had dreams of finding a charming "fixer-upper." We found a few options, but nothing fell into place, and we decided to rent for the time being.
Shortly after we got married, we became pregnant with our first little girl. We knew she would be born while we still lived in the apartment, but we hoped to find a house to transition into shortly after.
We never felt a solid "yes" from the Lord, and we decided to rent an apartment again. Since our family was still small, we weren't very upset and we knew we could make it. Shortly after we moved to our new apartment, we became pregnant with our second little girl. We instantly went into panic mode and started planning how we could find a home for our growing family. We qualified for a loan, and after a long search, we put an offer on the perfect house, and it was accepted. Perfect, right? Nope.
We were set to close when we got a call from our bank telling us that there had been a change in my husband's credit and we no longer qualified for our loan. A silly student loan payment mistake he had made months before had completely dashed our dreams.
We. Were. Devastated. We had to renew our lease on our apartment, and accept the hard truth that we would become a family of four in a two bedroom, second story apartment.
Shortly after we accepted our situation, we began to feel God's peace settle in. We felt a strong sense of security and provision. We trusted the Lord and prayed that he would bring something better in His timing. And He did. A few months later, our credit had begun to repair, and we began construction on a brand new home in the same neighborhood as the precious house we had previously lost.
Along this journey, the Lord taught me an incredible lesson. Even though I did not have what I thought I "deserved" in terms of a home, He equipped me with the desire and ability to make the most of my dwelling place. Though I know this earth is not my permanent home, I feel that God put a special place in my heart for filling my home with love and beauty, no matter how little or how much we had. A spirit of contentment reigned in my heart- and this has spurred me on to pursue my design company, so that I can encourage others to do the same- no matter their living situation.
Let me be clear- I don't believe that a "pretty little" house is solely about the interior decor. It's so much more! I believe your house becomes a home when you fill it with gratitude, love, and care. It is about placing your focus on what honors God, and what brings joy to you and your family. Possessions are secondary. I find joy in my hobby of decorating, but I see it as just that- a hobby. There is nothing more beautiful to me than a home filled with the Lord's presence and love. THIS is the basis for Pretty Little House!
I hope you are blessed and encouraged by this message, whether you are reading it from a mud hut in Uganda, or a mansion in Beverly Hills. YOUR house is a "pretty little house" when YOU decide that it is.