Big Things Come In Small Houses

I think it might be interesting to know that Jim and I lived in a tiny rental, no more than 1000 square feet. The laundry area was a small space in the kitchen. There was no coat closet. Three tiny bedrooms, a small bath, no garage and not even a carport. So, as you can tell our space wasn't, all that personal. Doniell and Brittiany shared a room and James' toddler bed had been moved into our hole in the wall.

Jim was so sweet, he had cleared and painted Mer's room a robin's egg blue. He removed the door from the closet, so it was more accessible. An old desk was moved in to serve as a nightstand/work space/dresser. Jim took a tiny wooden lamp and bolted it to the desk, knowing that stroke victims can be "ALOT" clumsy.

Ace and Court would be coming to live with us also. No biggy, Mer and I were raised in a poor 9 member family and Jim's had 7. We knew how to roll with the punches.

We went out and bought a small play tent for Ace and Court to share, threw some cute sleeping bags in and Voila! A little privacy for them too. It was close to Easter, so we stuffed baskets for them, bought Ace a used bike (he'd never had one) and waited.

While we waited, I decided to read through the Doctors notes that were passed on to me. Most of it was unintelligible Doctor lingo, but what caught my eye was the cause of Mer's illness. It stated, they were not for sure, but from what they could figure, Mer had gotten the back of her knee caught in the zipper of her boot. This had caused a wound where infection entered, which was probably lurking on that zipper. INTERESTING?!

Great crowds came to him, bringing the lame, the blind, the crippled, the mute and many others, and laid them at his feet; and he healed them.
Matthew 15:30

Love you Mer