The Paris Flea Market

On Saturday Mom and I drove up to Denver to go to the Paris Flea Market. It meets once a month from May to October, and is chock full of treasures that are mostly just my style. Rows and rows of vendors in a parking lot—all with wonderful things to sell.

I bought some treasures—an old 9-pane window (minus the glass which makes it so much easier to hang on the wall) for $10, an old medicine chest with big shelves inside and a towel bar underneath, two metal trays, and a bunk bed for Audrey and Emma’s dolls. (The bed was made by the Pleasant Co. for the American Girl Dolls and was only $12!)

We met Kristen there. Her in-laws were there for the morning too, along with some friends of theirs. My friend Emily drove up from Monument too with her mother-in-law and some other family in town. And we met Kristen’s friend Janna there too.

But the nicest treasure I found there was a new friend. Because Janna is my friend too. Kristen has always said we’d get along well, and Janna and I have emailed each other before, so it was one of those meetings where you’re putting a face with someone who feel like you already know. Look at the sweet “Welcome to Colorado” package she gave me—with the nicest card inside that makes me feel glad to be here. Thank you, Janna!

Mom, Janna, and I all went to Kristen’s for lunch after our treasure hunting, and Kristen made us lovely BLT salads and sandwiches, along with cherry limeade. She’d set the table so pretty and it was fun to sit and visit together.

We headed out to do some more antique-ing on Broadway, but ran out of time to do it justice. Something to look forward to when we get settled. (I did find it hard to shop, not knowing what our house will be like. I didn’t buy a lovely yellow desk, a pair of painted nightstands, and a child-sized kitchen hutch.)

Mom and I drove around some neighborhoods looking at houses, but Toben’s right that they’re a little further north than we’d like to be. I’m just itching to find a house; I’m having a hard time being patient.

I had quite a little pity party yesterday morning before church—of course, it didn’t help that my skirt had a hole in it, I forgot dressy shoes to go with my dressy pants, and then the iron burned by new favorite pants. Not a good start to the morning. But then we got to church and recited Psalm 42:5: “Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”

Really, I need not worry or be anxious. God has taken care of me in the past and he will again. He knows that a good home is important for our family, and he’ll watch over the details. Somehow, there are some lessons I seem to need to learn again and again.

Comments

[Heidi]

I sometimes need to be on the move like the Israelites...to stay fully dependent on God. Auston is so good at reminding me that adventures breed faith and being complacent (not that I can picture you as that!) can sometimes breed staleness...it's good food for thought for my little heart that likes routines and schedules, to do lists and things checked off and completed! (Not that those are bad, but God does like to stretch me on growing edges quite often!) I'll be praying for that home waiting for you to discover...it will be a beauty and it does have a perfect reading/crafting spot with your name on it...I know it!

[Janna]

You are too sweet! I'm glad we finally got to hang out, too! Meanwhile, I know what you mean about being patient about the house thing. I find myself (all too often) being so impatient about the next big thing to happen that I don't enjoy the here and now. Think of it as an extended vacation with no house to clean...And God will provide above and beyond!