Home at Last

...oh yeah. I have a blog. Oops.

Sorry it's been so long since I've been around these parts! I've been busy nesting.
Oh, no, I'm not pregnant. Maybe that's not the right word for it. I haven't really been interacting with society lately. My vocabulary is shrinking.
But I have been using my shiniest spit and sturdiest twigs to make our new house look all Burke-y.
Oh, yeah. New house. That happened!!!

Let's rewind:
WAY BACK in November Eamon and I found a house in a neighborhood that we love on Craigslist. The NEXT day it was already taken so we were like, eh, no biggy. As we drove away from the house I turned to Eamon and said "God says He's going to give us a house in this neighborhood, just you wait." He chuckled and we drove home.
A few weeks later we found a house not in that neighborhood, but near by. It was perfect(ish). Three bedrooms, extra large washroom that could be a classroom, gas stove, shed out back for Eamon to work out of, big back yard. The paneling on the walls, along with one or two other minor things were easily overlooked. We got our deposit ready, gave notice to our apartment, got all the signatures we needed-and the day before we were supposed to hand over the money (12 days before move in) the real estate agent flaked. We were pissed, devastated, confused...it was so bizarre.
Fast forward to church that week (oh yeah, we do that too now...I basically morphed into a different person. I'm also blonde, 6'1" and don't grow pit hair anymore) and God tells me that Eamon has to take the lead in finding our house, but I have to help. Because that make total sense, right? Oh, it does? Glad you understood, bc I didn't. So I deleted my "This B has way too much time on her hands and looks up house listings every five minutes" app on my phone and restricted myself to 30 mins of searching each day (because I'm so disciplined)  and saw this weird listing on craigslist.
It had everything that we were looking for in a home, at a price cheaper than we had seen anywhere else, with some extra perks, within walking distance of the first house we looked at. It had to be a scam. I sent the listing to Eamon and just sat back.
Fast forward to one month ago- boxes packed, trucks getting loaded.

God always finishes what He starts. Remember that. And He never disappoints on a promise.

We are having our housewarming party this weekend and after that I'll post a home tour! I didn't decorate our last apartment bc I didn't know when we'd be moving and I was OH-VER it. But now, I feel so much more comfortable in my home. (Thank you pinterest!) Well, except the office. Everything that doesn't have a place is in our "office." It's the last thing we have to tackle.

Hope you all are doing fan effing tastic. It's spring break here, hubby's off all week...maybe I'll shave my legs.
Mae

Oh, and Norah's...almost ONE, so with that and lots of other fun stuff, hopefully I'll be blogging here more frequently again. Hopefully.

A Home For The Burkes: How God is Like a Bunch Of Hot Air

See that curvy woman to the left there? For the past three years she's been raising her hands in the most dramatic way possible yelling at God "WHY HERE?! Where do we belong?"

See this honey eye'd babe? Every week we go to Central Market with her. She gets a purple or green balloon [usually purple] once we get to the produce section. She has it secured to her wrist and proudly shows it off to anyone who notices at the store. Every week after being in our home for a few days, the helium escapes the balloon and the balloon floats across our floor til I decide it's time for the trash. Sometimes it's already popped by the time I get to it. Have you ever tried to stretch out a balloon to make it look like it did when it was inflated? Can't be done.

A few days ago I found Lily's popped balloon, stretched it over my knee and started pulling every which direction, trying to make the CM logo look like it had before when it was full of air.

We had an amazing opportunity this month to find someone to take over our lease, move into a friend's house for a month, rent free, then move into our own rental home in September. We've done everything we can think of to try and get out of this place, to make things progress. To inflate our dreams.

As I'm stretching out this balloon [aka, playing with a piece of trash] I think "This is never gonna look the same unless it's whole and there's helium in it." Then I kinda feel God roll his eyes and say "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!!" It all hit me right then, while examining the logo from all angles, Eamon and I can tug and pull and push our dreams into existence, but it will never be the same as if we let God start off with his plan, whole, and he fulfills them.

While in the DFW, the Lord has provided us a place to nourish our babies. How foolish am I to think otherwise... He brought me to women who know how a woman's body works and who helped me welcome my girls into the world. He's brought be true friendships that were worth the wait. He's provided Eamon jobs when there were none. He's given me a calling into a career that is becoming fruitful. Even since telling us that we are to stay here to the end of our lease, the management changed [again] Biggie Smalls and his possy have been evicted and they started cleaning up the apartment complex. I feel rewarded, loved, like He's proven Himself when He didn't have to.

Right now, our home is in this apartment complex. Soon, I'm certain our home will be in the Mid-Cities of the Metroplex, not Rockport. I feel like we've been faithful in exploring each avenue the Lord has pointed us to and where ever we end up, he's gonna take care of us.

Thank you to all of you who have been praying for us along the way. We love you very much.

Mae