Week Six: Blinded by Life

This is Maddie Grace. She arrived here last week, courtesy of my husband who heeded my request for a 'watch dog'. Looks fierce doesn't she? LOL

She is the smartest little thing. 

In one short week she has learned how to go up and down our steps without falling, has learned 'Stay' and 'No' . She whines when the milk is gone from her bowl of dry food but is learning to eat the dried pieces of food, too. She potties only in the yard, never upon the porch. She understands that Misu the cat is really a pushover and Trudy is boss, but Mama is really alpha dog above all.

Maddie is part Rhodesian Ridgeback which is supposed to be a sensitive, assertive, but not aggressive, breed of dog. Her parents are watchdogs at a restaurant and do a very good job of warning people off without doing them harm.

Maddie wasn't DH's idea. Maddie chose him. He wanted a male dog, but the sole brother of the bunch had a hernia and required surgery. DH was examining him when Maddie pushed every one else aside and went up to him and literally wrapped her paws around his hand and tried to pull herself up. DH was won over and figured that since he'd be in for a surgery either way, he'd as soon have this friendly little female and get her spayed. Truth was she won him over right away with her assertive nature and he had her named and was bringing her home as our dog, before she was well up in his arms. He sent us a picture of her via his cellphone.

DD is anti-dog. Even though we've always had dogs all her life, the last of which has been our Trudy girl, DD is just more of a cat lover. But the moment she saw the picture she suddenly got all full of puppy love and told her dad to bring the pup home. So 'my' dog was actually chosen by everyone else in the family.

So, this week has been taken up with puppy needs. And life in general has blindsided me with a long list of must do appointments, shopping, well repairs and unexpected expenses. All have kept me from doing the things I want to do, but that's okay. This is just a short season and they come now and again. The blessings have come with every single problem and in my opinion, they outweigh the problems.

I've been busy this week, but all through the week, I've had occasion to think long and hard about my home, about my dreams for this home, about what I'd like to see manifest in this home...but there's been something more, too. An anticipation of a new home. I truly do love this place, and the land upon which it sits. My husband does not understand this. Perhaps it's because I've always been happy here on this old farm from childhood forward. Perhaps it is the Irish in me that loves my own soil best, and loves it fiercely. I've had other homes. But I've never been as deeply happy anywhere else as I have here. 

And so, this rising knowledge in me that I shall be stepping forward into a new home in the near future has been a little hard to handle. So difficult that I did not even share my new knowledge with my husband.

Until last night, when he looked across at me during a commercial and said "I feel very strongly that we're going to move..." and I nodded and said "Yes, I know, I've felt it for a couple of days now." We've neither of us a clue where or when or why. We only know that somehow, we've each been given a hint of future events and that it involves leaving this house.

Our home is paid for, and so we have the immense luxury of leaving it behind to return to in future. I've asked that we not sale the place, preferring to rent or purchase a small home wherever we go instead of completely letting go of our home. I suggested last night that we might perhaps rent the place to our son who would be able to keep up general maintenance on the place, would find the rent affordable, etc.

I spent sleepless hours (not due to the idea of moving, but hormonal thing) last night thinking about packing up our belongings to store, which pieces we might move, etc. All these plans and ideas running through my mind. I can even 'see' the new place...

And yet, we've no idea of anything further at the moment. No clue why we'd be moving, no idea of where, no time frame. I feel strongly however that by this time next year we will be fully aware of all the plans and will even be putting events into motion.

If all this seems a bit strange and elusive, I apologize. I've often had revelations of future events, or bits of knowledge given to me. I told my husband one morning on my way to work that we would have land and home of our own, fully paid for. At the time, we were looking for property and hadn't even begun pricing homes to go on the land. A year later we had ten acres of land which were given to us and a home that was anything but paid for. Yet ten years later, our house was paid off in an unexpected way and here we are in an unstable economic season with no debt. I believe that God gives me this knowledge at times to prepare us for future blessings, so that we recognize Him at work. And isn't accepting revelation part of an Inspired Life?

While life has gotten in the way of doing those things, I think it is  part of an Inspired Life, that Inspiration continues to work its own way into my life.

Let the blessings pour out while the problems arise! It's kind of wonderful to be blinded by Life.