This is my stove.
I do have a refrigerator, pushed far against one wall, but my small children can reach in there to get anything I need inside, as long as it is not very heavy. And we do have a functioning toilet.
So it's not that bad.
Besides, I can *almost* see what my counters are going to look like, and that gives me hope. Here is the tile:
Not much change in the bathroom,
but the tile also arrived yesterday.
I secretly enjoyed the tile delay, even though it is giving my realtor (who wants everything done yesterday) fits. Yesterday gave me a short breather to reduce the size of some of my piles. I can see the floor in the living room/kitchen (this room is still the holding area for all the kitchen drawers and anything else we can't figure out what to do with).
So we are getting there.
Now for a buyer. And it wouldn't hurt to have a house to move into, too. So much to hope for. So much to pray about.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.