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So You Don't Live In Your Dream Home? {Contributor Post}




Today, I am sharing at Holy Spirit Led Homeschooling about learning to be content in your home - whether it is your dream home or not. Plus some tips on how to spruce up your old abode! Many of you know that we recently moved to a new home {which I am loving and will be sharing pictures soon} - however, this post was written while we were still living in our previous home...


She huffs and puffs as she scrubs the bathtub – it just never looks clean enough. She arranges the furniture exactly so, to cover up that awful stain on the carpet. She sighs as the utensil drawer falls off the hinges again, spilling silverware across the floor. She internally cringes when her guests bring up the chipping countertop, or sticking doorknobs, or missing siding…

So you don’t live in your dream home? I don’t either. My husband is a pastor and we live in a parsonage. In case you aren’t sure what that means – a parsonage is a house that the church provides for their pastor and family. It is a huge blessing and I truly love our home. But, it is not my dream home – not by a long shot. And as a pastor’s wife, I have had to face the reality that I may never live in my dream home.


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  1. I can totally relate!! My husband is also a pastor and while we don't live in a parsonage, we do live in a house built in 1860!!! Sure there is lots of character and charm, but there are also issues. Thanks for the reminder to be content and thankful where we are!! Blessings!

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  2. I am not in my dream home but I do like the house I am in. I need to organize my space better. I would love to have more cabinet space.

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