If These Walls Could Speak: Finding Life in Old Places

I don’t own it yet.

But I can already see it.

An old house - weathered by time, maybe tucked back on a quiet road. The kind with a crooked porch and windows that have watched decades drift by. She’s not shiny or new. But she has stories in her bones. She’s waiting to be lived in again. Loved again.

I believe God will bring me to her one day.

Because this house isn’t just about bricks and beams.

It’s about becoming

A Midlife Kind of Beauty

There’s something about old home that speaks to the should of a woman in her 50s. She’s been through some things. Her paint may be peeling. Her pace may be slower. But her structure is sound. Her presence, unmistakable.

She doesn’t need to be flipped. She needs to be restored. And that exactly what I feel God doing in me - and maybe in you too.

The Well Is Waiting

In John 4, Jesus met a woman in a dry place. At a well, in the heat of the day. She wasn’t looking for Him, but He showed up anyway. He didn’t scold her or shame her. He simply said. “If you knew who I was, you’d ask me for living water.”

Sometimes I think about that story and wonder: What if the house is the well? What if it’s not just a house, but a holy place? A space for women like us to come, to rest, to be seen. To draw water again.

Dreaming Forward

I don’t have the keys yet. But I have a vision.

I see Bible studies around a scarred wooden table. I see quiet mornings with coffee and Jesus on the porch. I see women coming weary - and leaving well.

That house is coming. I believe it.

And when it does, it will stand as a testimony: That God doesn’t discard old things - He redeems them.

Journal Prompt

What dream has God placed in your heart that hasn’t arrived yet - but you feel Him preparing you for?

Final Thought

If those future walls could speak, I think they’d say “You’re not too late. You’re right on Time.”

Midlife is not a letting go - it’s a leaning in. And one day, those walls and that well will welcome you too.