Deuteronomy 8: 2-3

Man doth not live by bread only, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.

9/09/2008

Something I've come to realize about myself....

Not many people are aware of this, but my in laws have decided to get rid of their home to move closer to church. They are getting older and the thought of making a 35 minute drive to church a few times a week is really unappealing to them so they have moved closer to us to shave a good 20 minutes off of their drive to church.
Now when I say they moved closer to us, I mean REALLY close. In fact, I don't think they can get any closer than they are right now unless we start sharing a bedroom. That's right....they've moved in downstairs.
This really isn't a big deal, we can all get along alright as long as we aren't all up in each other's business and as long as we can keep our cool about things. I have realized something, though, since they have moved in here.
Let me start by saying that I have always considered myself to be pretty laid back. I've never really thought that I cared much about the way things are done, just as long as they are done and I don't have to worry about it anymore. I've realized in the past few weeks, however, that I am VERY particular about pretty much everything that goes on in this house. From the way the dishwasher is loaded, to how my laundry is folded, to how much stuff is sitting on my countertops, to how my eating utensils are laying in the drawer....I just want things to be done a certain way. I think I've always assumed that everyone does things the way I do them, and it wouldn't be a problem.
I've also realized that I HATE stuff! I prefer to have bare walls rather than to have something hung on every wall. I'm not criticizing my in laws in any way, believe me. The thing is, I'm so used to having bare walls (because that's how I like it) that when things get hung on the walls I start to feel really claustrophobic. Then we have had to move their furniture in because they ran out of room in their storage unit, so I have twice as much furniture in my living room and I feel really closed in and almost like I can't breathe when I'm in there.
I'm so wierd. I like bare rooms. Honestly who actually LIKES to have mostly empty rooms? I sure do, I can tell you that.
I never really thought I was someone that is so particular about anything, but I've come to realize that I am pretty bad. Maybe this is God's way of revealing this to me, and this will be a good opportunity for me to change this about myself. God help me......