I understand borrowed houses.
As a military wife, I’ve lived in my share of borrowed houses.
Every house is a new beginning.
We work hard to make the house a home.
We’ve thankfully never lived anywhere dangerous, and certainly nowhere during a war.
We have lived in some unique locales where we had to adapt to the culture, try to blend in for safety and comfort, and sometimes, we just long for the next move.
I’ve lived in houses with broken floor tiles, wonky kitchen cabinets, unreliable electricity that would pop the fuse if I ran the oven and a countertop appliance at the same time. We’ve lived in homes with large backyards and no yards at all.
We’ve never lived near family, so it’s important to try to make friends with everyone we meet.
We do have to bloom where we are planted.
I love how real Frances Fuller is in telling her story of this house.
Her faith is inspiring because she shares her thoughts and doubts. She shares her failings. She recalls arguments with her husband.
She exudes love and grace and mercy despite all the negativity surrounding her.
In spite of the war raging about her, there are heartwarming stories of people coming together to celebrate, live life together, share food, and love. So much love.
When she mentions her friends, I find myself wondering about them when I lie in bed late at night. Where are they now? Are they safe?
There are a few unanswered questions in the book, just like there isn’t always closure in life.
Frances Fuller has an incredible testimony and it is convicting to me that I have ever complained or will continue to complain…when I am so, so blessed with comfort and safety.
I thoroughly enjoyed the book In Borrowed Houses: A true story of love and faith amidst war in Lebanon by Frances Fuller.
In Borrowed Houses: A true story of love and faith amidst war in Lebanon by Frances Fuller