REMEMBERING . . .

I was telling a friend yesterday about the condition our place was in when  Mom and Papi came to visit (they came two days after we moved in!)

My friend gasped.

She didn't have to worry, I reassured her.
Mom and Papi are pretty laid back . . . half hippie . . .
but really, I told her,
they stepped graciously into our chaotic home
because they love Jesus,
and he makes them beautiful.

See that picture up there?  that's us on our first night at our new place . . . the gas wasn't hooked up yet, the kitchen cabinets were only halfway built, the water from the kitchen sink bubbled up out of the shower drain, and the front door had no lock installed on it (or handle, for that matter).

We ordered pizza and invited Jon (our doorman!) and his daughter to weave their way through our boxes and suitcases, sit on our couch, and eat mediocre pizza off of paper plates with us.

not a bad first night, I think.  

That was a month ago.
dang.