Tonight, we had a couple of friends over for dinner. We debated whether we could pull off hosting a meal with 4.5 people in our 200-sq ft studio apartment. But considering the boy’s bedtime, our friends graciously offered to come over.

And miraculously, the place didn’t seem crowded. Cool Mum did a great job of cleaning, stacking things on top of each other, and just making stuff that usually resides on the floor disappear.

I was pleasantly surprised that we didn’t have to make our friends take turns coming in from the hallway to hang out. I don’t think we had to squeeze by each other once. And I was able to sit comfortably instead of scrunching up into a ball in the corner.

This studio is an endless source of jokes, but it’s clearly a blessing from God. I’ll always remember when I first complained about this place on my Twitter, our blog friend Chad Wright promptly sent this reply:

Whew – powerful encouragment and conviction. Maybe I should give up complaining about our little home for the rest of Lent / my life. And thinking about this past week, we should also give up posting about it, too (for a while).