I almost talked myself out of writing this today. I should wait, to see if things actually work out. But, part of the personality of this blog of my current life is to take you on the journey with us. So, the journey continues . . .
I am sure it has been evident over the last couple of years that I have been struggling with the idea of leaving behind the house that farmer man and I built together. God and I have had several (ok millions) of conversations about whether He actually knew what He was doing.
Yesterday, as I reluctantly decided to join my daughter for the later church service in my jeans and Easteriest “not a t-shirt” that I could find, I was immediately glad that I put aside my usual disdain for Easter church. Oh, I am excited that He’s alive, I try to live daily in the truth that He is alive – but I always feel a bit more awkward on the day when everybody seems to be a bit more polished. Either way, my reluctance and my awkwardness melted as I entered into praise. I don’t think it was a particular song, but I’m sure I felt His presence as songs of victory filled the church. Slowly, He was reminding my heart that He loved me this much, He has the victory, He can be trusted with my life, even when I can’t understand the journey. God and I had great conversations in church yesterday that really had little to do with the sermon being taught. I left with a peace, a happiness that God would still talk to me after all the whining I do. I had a peace that I have not had in months. Peace to let it go. Peace to do what God clearly is asking me to do – completely let go of the house. Let go, understanding His love for me, trusting His plan for me, not holding Farmer man accountable – but knowing that God alone was asking me to release it.
Then, I came home to speed clean the pretty house – because I had an appointment to show it to a young family. As they entered the house, there were no mixed feelings, no hesitation, no hint of sadness – just peace. I could see them walking in to the middle of the story of our home. I was not surprised they liked it, I love it. I was not even surprised when they called back pretty quickly. But, had God not prepared my heart, I would not have been able to let go. It was an easy decision to accept the offer. It took three minutes of conversation between farmer man and myself.
In a bit of messaging back and forth God confirmed for me that He was in the middle of this particular set of folks walking through my door on this particular day. I love it when I get it right with God. I mess up so often! So, as far as I can tell – soon a new family will begin making memories in the pretty house, they will walk into the middle of the story and begin writing their own chapters.
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