Even by American standards, the Inn at Leola is a charming, quiet place to stay; it deserves its four stars. From the front desk receptionist, to the breakfast servers, to the cleaning staff, every employee is professional, courteous, and efficient. The rooms are well-appointed and the grounds lovely.
But beyond the nice surroundings, we are blessed by the very reason we are here--a damaged home. Let me explain. This week an article in The Wall Street Journal by Andrea Petersen ("When Home is Where the Hotel Is") listed causes for the increase in long-term stay units. The article made us count our blessings.
However, lest I sound too much like Pollyanna, true confession: I get very perturbed by the insurance company's lethargy.
When I get frustrated, I try to list the positives of our situation:
First, this unexpected dislodgment has provided a respite from daily chores--cleaning and cooking.
Second, staying in a two-room efficiency demonstrates how little we actually need. Living with less is freeing.
Fourth, freedom from the mundane makes one focus on people--not on things.
And fifth, our homelessness has made me appreciate what Jesus gave up for us. He did not have a place to lay his head during his stay on earth. Why would he leave the splendor of heaven to be born in a stable, live as an itinerant, even be buried in a borrowed tomb? To prove his love for us, which is the biggest cause for a thankful heart this Christmas season.
Won't you join me in thanking the Lord for his gift, no matter your circumstances.