Snug as a bug in a rug

I have recently moved into my new home! It’s close to school, and I live with awesome people. It’s a big old wooden house, with creaky stairs, lots of space and corners tucked away, and a beautiful little garden.

Who could know how perfect this place would be?! More than a year ago I had an image in my mind of my study desk against a wall, with a ceiling slanting upwards from the left. I imagined it was the bottom of a staircase ascending above where my desk was situated.

When I first heard about this house, there was an available room in the attic. I was so excited to see whether it would become my room – of course the slanted ceiling in my mind was an attic! Who wouldn’t think of that? (By the way, I don’t think I have seen any house in South Africa that has an attic for a living space?!) I didn’t get the attic room. One of the other girls moved in there because it was bigger than her current room. I was allocated her original room.

Bowl me over when I arrived and was introduced to my new living quarters… it’s on the top floor and also has slanted ceilings. I don’t understand why this room would not also be called an attic! It is the perfect colour and size, and my desk fits perfectly against the wall behind the door. The ceiling slants above it, upwards from the left. It has a south-facing window, which is perfect for maximum access to sunshine in the northern hemisphere. And because the room is a little smaller than the “attic”, I pay less for it.

My room, which has quickly become a haven, is just another piece of evidence of a great big God who is into the teeny-tiny details. I am so glad that He is the one in control.