Our dining room is topsy turvy.
Kitchen chairs and barstools are hidden and stashed in a closet in the bedroom.
There’s no room for but four people at our dining table.
The living room bookshelves now attend the table, stacked on their sides and emptied, banana boxes stuffed with the contents.
Pieces of furniture are arranged Rubik’s-cube-like so they j u s t f i t in the space we have. (My husband, aka McGyver), has always been an expert car-trunk-packer and dishwasher-stacker.) His eye for detail and small spaces is so very opposite the broadstroke approach I take to looking at life.
Bill repositions the dining table to fit the space, while I make sure the chairs are facing the right direction i.e., towards the window so I can look out at the birds while I type.
We each have our priorities (I know what’s important–it’s all about the view.
We’re getting ready for a new season —Home Improvement. (It comes right after Christmas and just before Spring.)
In a couple of weeks we have new carpet coming, along with 3 rooms of laminate flooring in the bedrooms and 2 bathrooms scheduled for new linoleum. Hence the moving around and make room so things F I T….
I’ve heard tell that times like this can wreak havoc in a marriage, but so far we are weathering the chaos well.
It is a miracle of God the way the pieces of our lives have been fit together to stay put, no matter how many times we change rooms and views.
How is that possible? By constantly adjusting and fine tuning. Giving, taking, apologizing, forgiving. Working on being suitable to one another.
“FIT” is the word God gave me for this year and He is making sure I have a chance to live it out in an all too real way.
The Message Bible says this in Psalm 7, verses 9 & 10:
In a connection I never would expect to find between John Donne’s poetry and spirituality, Prior writes: “God used marriage to gentle me.”