Abigail BoboComment

nesting.

Abigail BoboComment
nesting.

Recently, I moved into a quiet home in south Nashville. 

I knew it was the place when I saw this beautiful light pooling on the floor. The house had previously been filled with dark colors, heavy traditional furniture and more kid messes than you can shake a stick at, but when I saw this light I knew.

 

If you know anything about the Nashville housing market, you'll know that it is hotter than a jalapeno pepper. But somehow, this perfect little house opened up at just the right time, in just the right way.

To be quite honest, I don't often say, "This is a God thing." But I know for a fact that this house was a God thing. The timing was too right.

 

Trusting the timing of my life doesn't come easy to me. I spend a lot of my time planning, making lists and doing schedules. If you're a client, you know this about me and it probably makes you feel better (because seriously, how many artists do this?! Yes, it's freaky and awesome.)

 

But lately, I've been learning to trust the paths that appear. This house fell into place. The right roommates came. Other things in my life are falling into pre-ordained places.

grandmother's oak table that she bought when she and my grandfather set up house. 

grandmother's oak table that she bought when she and my grandfather set up house. 

 

The right things come together. The right situations fall apart. 

I give thanks.