June 10, 2014
Hi friends,
We have moved into our tiny cottage. I want to share this journey with you, but
those of you who know my husband, know that he is super private about all
things. He has given me permission to
blog about this process, but he approves every post. So if something doesn’t get talked about—you
can be assured it’s because he doesn’t want you to know it.
People have been asking why we have moved from a gorgeous
(and BIG) home into a (very) small and (imperfectly) gorgeous cottage. The short answer is because I wanted to.
The longer answer is because we needed to move out of the
home we were house-sitting and in Harare rentals are very expensive. We are
hopefully getting ready to buy a home for our family and ministry, so we
decided to move into a place that is inexpensive but in the community we are
trying to build roots in. Plus, my heart
was so full when I lived in Bheki and Jannet’s kitchen and then in my own
little house in Mkhosana and even still when I relocated to Harare and lived in
a room at Mrs. K’s house in Highfields. It was good for my soul to live in a
tiny space with few things. My family
did not live that with me and lately we have been really comfortable. Having more stuff tends to make us feel
comfortable and I made a commitment to not ever get too comfortable again. When we
saw this little cottage, Nyasha said, “Oh no. You already love it don’t you?”
And in my heart I said, “If he loves me a lot, we will live here.” The next day he put down the deposit and we
started purging our belongings.
Nyasha loves me, but he doesn’t love our tiny space. That’s ok.
Our bedroom is a loft, and the roof is only tall enough for him to stand
up in a small portion of it. Every
morning he bumps his head on our ceiling and we laugh together and he looks at
me in a way that says, “This is crazy and I love you SO much.”
Growing up, some things got screwed up for me. That’s ok; I have come to terms with the fact
that I have had a lot of love in my life that I just wasn’t always able to
receive. It’s one of the reasons that I
work so hard helping other kiddos work through their difficulties, because I
know what happens if they don’t.
Sometimes it’s harder to love me than it should be, and Nyasha is oh so
aware of that. But I receive his love
every time he bumps his head, laughs and looks at me. It is reassuring in a funny, strange, only we
can understand kind of way. And even
though we have only been here for 2 weeks, it’s one of the things I will miss
the most when we move on. Hopefully this
time help me receive love a little more.
I hope that you allow your heart to receive just a little more love today, too.
With love from Zimbabwe,
Gigi
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| The little home we will share until we buy a house for our family and ministry. |
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