Last year my husband and I decided to start checking out homes to purchase. We wanted a little bigger place with room to expand. Anyone who has shopped for homes before can tell you how exhausting the task can be. The joy of looking through photos of beautiful homes can be time consuming and daunting, particularly if, like most of Americans, you are on a budget. We really wanted to live within our means, careful not to stretch ourselves too thin so we could still afford important necessities, like
So after careful searching we found the PERFECT house. A Georgia colonial style home with two big front porches on 10 acres, half it that forrest and the other a field enclosed by trees, and a creek running on the backside of the land. It even had a mighty oak with a wooden swing in the front yard. It was breathtaking. We could have the garden we'd always wanted and chickens too! (I may not seem it, but I'm a country girl.) So we put a bid on it. Nothing. It was a foreclosure and our agent wasn't familiar with the process. Eventually we gave up. Turns out it was a blessing because of things going on with my husband's job, his paychecks were a bit irregular. Of course, at the time it seemed like a curse. Why God?! It's perfect! Don't You want us to have it?! "No, I have other plans for you." But, of course I have a hard time hearing Him. (I mean look at me! I still don't know what to do for a career!)
Then in January we found another house. Not as perfect, but much closer to my husband's workplace and little closer to our budget. It was almost a "cookie cutter house" to me though. My husband felt this was the house God was leading us to, but I was unsure. We decided to pray. I said, to my husband and God, if I'm going to do the city limit house, it's gotta be amazing; it has to have a double oven. The only way I'm giving up my chickens is if I can bake twice as much, twice as fast. And this house didn't have one. Didn't matter anyway because it sold. But the builder for the neighborhood said, "I can do the same house on the street behind this one." Okay...and a double oven? "Yep." Wow. So we took it as a sign. (We prayed for a bit too.)
In two weeks, we should be homeowners, God willing. All I can do is fantasize about what it will be like to have TWO ovens. TWO! I can do twice as many sugar cookies at once! Eight loaves of chocolate babka!
Sixty macarons! A whole wedding cake! You get the picture. I'm so excited and yet still fearful it won't come true.
I've been challenged lately to have faith in God's promises, even if I can't see them materializing. Case in point: what I'm going to do career wise. But the house is materializing. I can see it. It's almost finished. There are walls, rooms, and flooring (most of it anyway). And just a few months ago, it was just talk. The point is, God provides, not always when you want Him to and obviously, not always the way you ask, but He provides. So, if I begin to lose some of the huge faith depsoits I normally shell out for everyone as I go through the struggle of a new career please help me to remember this post.