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The Business is Up and Running!

This week marks the second week of having renters in 10 Cuttin Sage.  It’s a strange feeling knowing that people are staying in our home.  I have to divorce myself of thinking of it as our personal home and begin to think in terms of a business investment.  I wish I could be a fly on the wall there. I like feedback! I want feedback now!  I’m wondering, “do they like how I decorated it?”  "Do they like that wonderful, freshly painted screened porch (that I spent a week painting, btw) with the gorgeous view?”  “Does the kitchen have everything they need?”  “Are the new mattresses comfortable enough?" (I think they’re great!).  “Do they like the paint colors I chose?”  "Do they appreciate that my dishes are a vintage 1980’s Franciscan Sea Sculptures pattern?” (My first set of dishes that my parents gave me as they launched me out of their home and into my first apartment and career.)  

I’m also wondering, “Have the kids spilled Kool-Aid on the rug, yet?” "Has anyone dropped a plate of spaghetti on the newly recovered dining room chairs?”  "Has a dog chewed up any of the new wood furniture?” “Are those vintage 1980’s Franciscan Sea Sculptures dishes still intact?” “How about the new upholstery...any sunscreened/wet bathing suit bodies on it yet?” (And we are guilty as well in our years of renting houses of not taking as good a care as we should have.)

But I know this:  there is not one thing in that house that cannot be replaced.  And that nothing there, including the house itself, has any eternal value. It’s just a house full of stuff.  What really matters is that families can congregate there, spend precious time with each other, laugh, play games, make beautiful memories, and enjoy God’s gorgeous and joyous creation right outside the windows. 

Those are the treasures in that house, and they are irreplaceable!

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