There is something about this house.

I can feel the shift moving.

We’ve been riding some pretty crazy waves the last handful of months.

Work. Marriage. Family. Anxiety.

It’s been a roller coaster of emotions and honestly I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it here.

But we did.
And I can physically feel the change this home is bringing.
That may sound stupid, but it’s true.

It’s like I’ve taken my first real exhale in a long time. And it feels so so good to breathe again.

Sure, the stress is still here. The work is still hard. The anxiety is still real.
But I can feel myself slowly turning into who I’ve always wanted to be.

I can feel our marriage growing. Our family dynamic improving. Our minds healing. Our hearts humbling.
Prayers are being answered and the hope and joy inside my heart is increasing every day.

God is at work within these walls. And the enemy knows it.

I am already exhausted from having to push away his vicious lies.
And part of me is mad about it, because quite frankly, I’m tired.
But the other part of me? She knows.

She knows her family is a threat to him.
She knows her future is worth fighting for.
She knows her victory is already won.

Our family?
Our marriage?
Our future?
He doesn’t get it. Not one dang piece of it.

This house? It’s so much more than just a house. It’s so much more than a change of address and a new place to spend our days.
It’s a new start. A new us in a new home.

A home where dreams are dreamed and goals are met.
A home where growth and memories are made.
A home where the Spirit moves and the Lord is praised.
A home where Satan has no place.

And he never will.

“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15

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