We moved, as you’ve already read by the lovely posts of my husband. But this post is from me, Liz, and the realization of how much I needed space.
I seriously had no idea that space (and what comes with space) would play a large role in my mental and physical health.
Since moving here, I can breathe a little deeper, and smile a little wider. My kids laugh a little louder and run a little faster. Before kids I was able to escape every time I felt the calling. Open air, mountains, trees and fresh air would ground me and bring me back to Jesus, my resting place.
And It’s not just the size, but the fact that I have creatures depending on me. I have found myself using wire cutters daily mending fences for Goat Control, which leaves me feeling quite uhh, empowered, yup, that’s the word. I love to feel like I’ve done something, that’s perhaps why bathrooms are my favorite to clean, because you can literally see the sparkle of a toilet rim after tackling the job.
It’s hard. Don’t get me wrong. Life is sooo hard with littles. The amount of self sacrificing is huge and insane, and I am grateful for it. And. It is hard.
The romance of livestock, that we got for weeds and cuteness and no other reason at this moment, is sometimes met with the reality that a kid (human or goat) just knocked the water pale that I spent 15minutes filling, or someone stepped in poop and brought it upstairs into the lounge, where Margot was exploring the texture. But then the flitter flatter of Julie Andrews singing the Hills are Alive… plays through my mind as we all get to explore, and run and play and sing.
Indeed, size does matter for me. A smaller house and bigger yard bring me to a place of peace, as I have more time to spend in places of purpose; talking with God and running around in his creation.
It matters to my soul, my mind and my body.
I’m grateful for this space, and wake up every morning counting my blessings.