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at least a couple times a week. We had a hide-a-bed so that people could come

from out of town and stay with us in that little place. Three kids later, we decided

a move was in order. We needed more space, Craig had a job transfer, and we

found ourselves in Boise, Idaho.

We looked at about twenty-five homes in Boise over three days. One of the last

homes we saw felt best for us. The price was right, it had a great floor plan, and

it was brand new! I had not grown up with a nice home—certainly not new. I

somehow felt it was wrong. I now know that is not true, but at the time, I was not

sure about it. We were out to breakfast with our pastor, who I knew from growing

up in Washington, and he was encouraging when he said, “Some people use their

homes for others. It’s been given to you. I know you will use it.” God speaks in

different ways; we certainly felt peace about buying that house after that word from

our pastor. If we hadn’t, we certainly would have missed out on all the fun we had

decorating that lovely home inside and out, including many happy hours spent

learning more about landscaping. Having grown up in Washington State where

everything just grows and there is vegetation everywhere, I had no clue that a green

thumb in Idaho was a lot more complicated than in Washington, and had to learn

the hard way about soil amendments and planting everything in the yard. Here in

Idaho, we have hard-as-a-rock clay soil. I had never encountered this before. Why

could I not put my shovel into the dirt? The first day at it, I only got about three

feet dug up. A neighbor came over and explained. He said I would need a tiller and

all sorts of bags of soil amendment. I wanted to have people over, so we worked

hard. We were overrun with morning glory and thistles, but we tried to keep a

handle on it.