it was a bold proposition that i made when i was praying to God this morning while in the midst of cleaning my daughter's milk bottles. having been living in australia for two and a half years, in a rented flat which we're sharing with a dear polish lady, i got used to living in a small house with limited storage. the constrained space was not really a problem to us as we can always make do with the littleness of what we have. however, we are a growing family and we're thinking of conceiving a second child next year. the space suddenly takes an ascend up the priority list. it was also the time, despite the market's gradual correction on property prices, when real estates are on its highs (the bubble might have already burst... but it's way too slow to feel it). it's too expensive to invest. too much over our budget.
but here i am, praying a house with yards around it. "i must be dreaming!", i have to remind myself. this is God whom i'm asking. i should be more confident to ask this from Him. He plants dreams, by the way.
a small house so that i don't need the whole weekend to just do housekeeping ;-)
so kaela and her soon-to-be sibling (s) can enjoy running around the house, just like when i was growing up in a village
so that i can invite our growing list of friends without doing it in batches and cooking dishes for every group
it's all up to Him, really. He plants dreams. He provides.
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