Exactly Where We’re Supposed To Be

exactly supposed to be

I’m sitting in a camp chair in the garage watching the sun set outside while Hubs cleans the last bit up from our intense day of productivity.

I know this isn’t for everybody, and I know some people read these mind mumbles of mine and think I’ve done gone off the deep end. Sometimes even I wonder if I’m not a bit off my rocker.

But even if I am, I am completely satisfied with today, and incredibly grateful for it.

I spent all day in the garden, prepping, transplanting, sowing, raking, covering, stooping, standing, kneeling, getting dizzy – I will be lucky if I can lift my arms to hug my kids tomorrow. But as tired as I am and as sore as I know I’ll be, I am so thankful.

Last night, even, while we drove home from a group study gathering, Hubs said, “We’re in the right place.”

And whether he meant our town, our home, our season in life, or all of it – he’s so right.

We’re in the right place.

I don’t want to paint a picture of us having everything figured out or in the least bit together, either. Matter of fact, we’re up against some big decisions, big risks, and big scary potential outcomes.

And while I can’t go in to details or even pretend to understand it all, I somehow know no matter what the outcome, we’re in the right place.

Whether we have to change everything we’re doing, we’re in the right place.

Whether we get glorious answers we didn’t consider or expect, we’re in the right place.

Whether we have to go back to the drawing board and start from scratch, we’re in the right place.

It’s not just about dreamy sunsets or fruitful gardens or clean garages.

It’s about faith, community, intentionality, obedience, trust.

I’m learning and growing and appreciating so much more about my family and about my life than I did before.

The inside of our home right now is pretty disastrous. Dirty dishes span the kitchen surfaces, random belongings are strewn about in random places, and any other day of the week, I would get a headache just from looking at it.

But today, I know that mess exists because we spent the entire day outside. As a family, working and playing, and just enjoying what we have right outside our door.

I’m okay with the mess, because I know what was going on instead of the cleaning.

We’re in the right place.

When Farmer John comes over and says, “I have a 50 pound bag of seed potatoes for you.”

When friends share laughter way too late into the night.

When seedlings graduate from the seed trays to the real world.

When dishes litter the kitchen counter.

When chickens come running to greet you (and their food scraps).

When cupboards are stocked with last year’s canning bounty.

When kids are covered with dirt and smiles.

When Hubs supports me when I don’t even understand my own ideas.

No matter what else is going on, no matter what scary things are up ahead, we’re in the right place.

Right now, right here, we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.

And I am so incredibly thankful.

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