Posted by: Bethany Davis | September 19, 2012

What makes a home a home?

loading up the moving van… (Did you know we work with Chick-fil-A? Or, did the 10 million waffle fry boxes give it away)  🙂

Post IM (Interim Manager program), we didn’t know what would be next, but we never imagined it would entail returning to our old stomping ground in Atlanta. However, it was evident that God was all over this move. The week after Brian’s final CFA (Chick-fil-A) interview, a lot happened:  we found  + signed on a rental home AND I applied + interviewed + was close to accepting a counseling position. Thank you, Jesus, for going ahead of us and preparing the way.

After driving through the night from Memphis,  we caught a few hours of sleep at Brian’s parents house. Then it was off to Smyrna to set up utilities (why in the 21st century this had to be done in person with a social security card is beyond me). That night, with the help of Brian’s parents, brother, Bradley, and his wife, Leslie, we loaded up a moving truck with the boxes and furniture that was there.

The next morning, along with some dedicated family and friends, we met at out storage unit in Marietta. It had been about 9 months since we filled it with most out belongings as we moved out of the Brumby Lofts.

The only word i have to describe unloading the unit is – CHRISTMAS! All the furniture, boxes, kitchen items, etc that we had gone without was once again at our finger tips. It was excited and a bit overwhelming as we transported it all to our new home in Smyrna. Would all fit? Would we need to get more furniture and/or get rid of things?

After our amazing crew trickled out that afternoon, we sat on our love seat (the only piece of living room furniture we had) and marveled at the fact that we were living in a HOUSE – a first in our married life. It’s nothing new or fancy, but it’s home. Moving in that day we asked everyone to be sIn praying for the home as a whole and each room as they dropped off boxes or helped organize things. It truly is our desire that God be glorified here in all we do and say. We asked for safety and protection. We committed this place to the Lord and hope to be a beacon on a hill (as it literally sits at the tallest point in the neighborhood!), shining the Gospel’s light to expand God’s kingdom.

Now when we drive up the driveway, Vera says “home.” It’s like music to my ears, since home has been so transient for the past year. I feel so blessed that Vera can grow up (or at least spend a year plus) in the same place and feel the comfort that comes from that. At the same time, I’m reminded that a permanent, physical home is not necessary to feel at home. (and our ultimate home is heaven!) As I blogged before, home is what you make it and who you are with… Not the things or place that surrounds you. I pray that for as long as we live here we can combine the two meanings of home (intrinsic and extrinsic).

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Responses

  1. … and Mom H. did a fantastic job cleaning and organizing!

    • yes she did! I’m going to write about the decorating/cleaning stuff, so check back later for more 🙂

  2. I am in tears of joy reading this. I am a current IM wife and I am so happy to see the light at the end of the tunnel happening for y’all! A friend mentioned your blog, and I am happy to have read these posts! 🙂 Blessings to y’all as you’re settling into the operator life.

    • I’m glad it was encouraging to you! Yes the seemingly unending travel and uncertainty does end. But of course, God seems to find new ways to keep me trusting Him and on my toes. 🙂 Blessings on your adventure!!!

      • No doubt! There’s no end of that. 😉

  3. No doubt! There’s no end to learning that lesson. 😉


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