Just getting our very opinionated selves on the same page is trouble enough.
Our son is called Rowan.
(If you’ve been hanging out here much, you’ll know him as the Buckaroo).
The name Rowan was inspired by trips to Ireland, agreed upon after much debate, and denotes “a type of tree with red berries.”
Which is not a terrible meaning, but certainly not “destined for greatness.” Innocuous, a bit earthy, but nothing profound.
Or so I thought.
We moved from Texas to Farm Town–where most trees have been displaced to make room for corn fields–when I was 8 months pregnant with our son.
A street with mature trees had been at the top of my new home wish list, but with only five days to house-hunt in an unfamiliar place, I had to adjust my expectations. The neighborhood we chose was plopped in the middle of a cornfield and each lawn possessed only a token sapling.
We moved in the dead of winter and our lone red maple looked frail and vulnerable to the violent prairie winds. While unpacking, I gazed on our barren front yard and thought again of our lovely street in Texas with the massive live oaks.
Then I looked down at my swollen belly.
And I realized that while our new home was bereft of the trees I loved so much, it would soon be home to a new tree—our little Rowan.
Maybe I’m just a sucker for symbolism, but in that moment, a seed of contentment sprouted. Even though my home was different than I’d hoped it would be and we moved in amidst crazy circumstances (Rowan arrived less than 3 weeks later) it was good.
It was good because it was filled with the people dearest to me and because it was the home God gave us–and He gives good gifts.
Sure, my version of good and His don’t always line up, but in such cases, the quicker I concede, the better.
For my own contentment and joy more than anything.
As a reminder of these truths, I filled Row’s room with trees. I like the picture of him growing up to become a mighty oak, strong and brave in the midst of harsh elements, planting his roots deep into a stream that will never cease to fill his soul.
The bottom line?
Your home may not be everything you’d want or located where you’d prefer, but it can still be good.
And the sooner you recognize the goodness, the better.
What’s good about your home?