Joe's parents said goodbye to their house of 15 years last week after a bit of a nightmare. It was a rude awakening to see just how greedy people can get. Upon noticing an error in the paperwork, the man selling my in-laws their new house decided he wanted more money before he would agree to correct the error. This happened literally, in the 11th hour. This man has been gouging them and hassling them since February but since they need the shop for my father-in-law's business, they didn't have any other choice but to play along. The real estate agent offered the man a cash incentive (out of his own pocket) if he would just give my in-laws the house and stop giving them a hard time. So in the end, they got their key the same day they would have to vacate their old house. It was scary for a while since they didn't know what to do with all of their things and they didn't know where they would all stay when faced with the possibility of being "homeless".
I got to thinking though. A house is just a house and home really is where your heart is. It was interesting to try and imagine our family in their situation. What if there was a fire and we lost all of our stuff? What if we were homeless? What would that feel like? I realized a few things. 1) Stuff is just stuff and there is no guarantee it will always be there. The Lord says to store up treasures in heaven where moths and rust don't destroy and where thieves don't break in and steal (Matt 6:20) 2) I can choose to be content and to have joy despite my circumstances.
These aren't new thoughts, but it's always nice to be reminded.
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