God has been showing me so much as we’ve been in the transition
to a different house these last few months.
A big part of the moving process is making your house
presentable enough for other families to come and look at it. To see how they
would live their lives in your space. Which presents interesting challenges
when your family obviously does not fit in the space they’re confined to. And
you have a special needs child who doesn’t have the slightest clue about how
the process works.
So a challenge was thrown down. The challenge to find the
balance between maintaining show ready perfection and the reality that we are
real people living real lives. That balance is going to be different for
everyone, but when I prayed over the quandary this is the answer I got.
Let people into your imperfect house. Not because they’re going to buy
it, but because it’s ok to call perfectionism a trap. I don’t need your house
to be perfect to sell it, so just trust Me on this one.
Ugh. That was a hard pill to swallow. Laughing in the face
of the natural inclination towards perfectionism. Choosing to be above having a
perfect house, when every fiber of my being screamed that my rational was
insane and demented. Intentionally leaving those tiny Legos in the crevices of my
house because God said I could. Such a rebel. I know. Don’t tell my realtor.
So from the home owner who’s probably a bit too far on the “anti
show ready” end of the spectrum. Well. What can I say,
Besides screw you
people who made fun of the Lego’s on my floor.
Ok, that was mean. Maybe what I want to say is I would prefer not to manipulate you into
thinking that we are perfect people living perfect lives with children who
never touch anything. Thank you for not noticing the stray Legos that are
EVERYWHERE. We’ll take them with us
when we leave, but until you put in
an offer, it’s really not worth it to try to get every single one off the
floor. So there. God bless.
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