Welcome to my little corner of the overly-saturated blogosphere! With so many other good writers vying for your precious time, I’m grateful that you’ve stopped by my neck of the digital woods.
I’m Julie, wife to Jon and homeschooling, stay-at-home mommy (who actually does stay at home!) to our four amazing spark plugs. I’m an impatient, introverted germ freak who’s been redeemed by Christ’s finished work on the Cross.
I love fog. I love solitude. I love tea. I love reading.
I don’t love hallways.
In fact, when we bought our first mobile home, one of the things I loved most about it was that it had no hallways. The bedrooms, bathrooms, and laundry room were arranged in such a way that they opened up directly from the family room – no hallway needed. That house was made for me! (No hallways also meant that it only had two bedrooms, which became a bit problematic when our fourth spark plug arrived.)
Hallways seem to be such a waste of real estate. They’re often narrow and dark, and they aren’t what you’d call “livable space.” Sure, you can hang a picture or two on the walls, but that’s about it. No one says, “Let’s go visit in the hallway. It’s so cozy in there.”
So, why would I create a blog about waiting in the hallway, something about life that drives me so crazy?
My family and I have been through some tough things – much of it self-inflicted, but all of it God-permitted.
The biggest struggles in my life are financial hardships and medical crises. In 2009, after having been laid off from a comfortable job, Jon was diagnosed with a spontaneous Cerebro-Spinal Fluid Leak which resulted in immediate, invasive surgery. In 2013, just days after another verbal pink slip, our oldest spark plug was taken by ambulance to Children’s Hospital with a diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes and life-threatening Diabetic Keto-Acidosis (DKA). Weeks later, we learned that he also has Celiac Disease.
More and more, I’m finding myself in the hallway, waiting (albeit impatiently) for the Lord to direct my steps. Although I so strongly dislike hallways, I’m finding that they’re good for me.
- As much as I don’t like them, I’ve come to appreciate the importance of hallways.
- They draw me closer to the Lord. As a Christian, I want this more than anything else in life.
- They increase my prayer life. Times of trial, hardship, and waiting send me to my knees faster than any other type of circumstance.
- They help me empathize with and better understand others who are walking through their own hallways.
Ironically, in 2015 we traded out our old, hallway-less mobile home for a new model. Our new home has – you guessed it – a GIANT hallway. As much as I really, really didn’t want a hallway in our new home, I’ve come to love it. It’s wide, for one, which helps it not feel so cramped. It’s also really well-lit, so it doesn’t feel dark and creepy. And it has a little shape to it instead of being in a straight, boring line. Most of all, it keeps all of our bedroom doors in a central location, keeping me near my family (a very valuable thing for a mom who’s often up a lot at night). It’s taught me that hallways can be beautiful.
What about you? Are you in a hallway in life right now? Do you feel stuck and desperate to get out? I’d love for you to join me in choosing to praise the Lord, no matter how long and dark your road ahead is. We can’t always choose our circumstances, but we can choose to rejoice despite them. And we can also choose to do it together and encourage one another along the way.