I just needed to sit down for a minute and get these thoughts out. We have been coming to terms with the fact that our 3 bedroom home is simple no longer a good fit for our family. We put it on the market and sold it in 7 days. And then the journey began. Quickly we found what we thought was a great house for our family of 6 - lots of room and rooms, and while it needed some TLC, it would be a good fit for us. Then we found out that where we live, the septic systems are often outdated and don't match the advertised bedrooms. We ended the contract and happily went on to find another house. Rejected offer due to the property being bank owned - they don't like contingencies and we had one, that our house had to close. We decided we needed to look outside of BV - away from septics:) Found another house - right school district, good price, but again bank owned. We were out bid I suppose - didn't get that one either. And then we searched the county high and low. Literally from one end to another. Left no stone unturned. Imagined how closetless rooms could become bedrooms etc. All the while asking for God's direction and guidance, and wisdom.
Here I sit, 5 days away from the closing on our home, and we are still without a place to move. This has been a trying month and a half. As we look at one more property, friends are dealing with children with cancer, foster children whose issues feel insurmountable, and babes going off to college. House hunting pales in comparison to these trials. Yet, I know He is in the details of our lives, not just the big ticket items. He has a place, a house, and neighborhood. So I will wait upon the Lord.
As I walked Chewie last night, I got a little teary when I hear the birds chirping in the twilight air, the gentle breeze moving through the trees. I looked back at our home, the house that Jeff and Dave built. What a blessing this house has been! When we moved in it was just 4 of us. Little did we know 2 more Simpson boys would join our family:) It's hard to remember bringing those sweet babes home from the hospital. So many tearful prayers for our Ryan went up, waiting for him to be strong and healthy so that he could come home. My mom's last Christmas was spent here in this house. With Laurie and Gran here too. So many decisions were made under this roof, joyful celebrations of birthdays and holidays. Because we moved around so much growing up, I think I have a soft spot for "place" in my heart. Yet, it is also because of those moves, I also know how to adapt and enjoy the adventure of a new place. Praying for God to prepare the way ahead of us, to our new home, our new neighbor, new friends.