Okay - there sortof is, the house is on the market. We are coming up on 2 weeks. We've had 15 showings and no takers. Seriously? And my house is looking pretty darn fine.
We are looking at homes in Colorado but really can't do much until our house sells.
So, we wait.
The main thing I'm noticing is, I don't like waiting. This is a major strain for me. I have no idea why it is so hard, except that I love to plan. I love to plan out my days, weeks, months. At this point, I can't plan much. I don't know our moving date, I don't know which town we will move to, and I really can't see how it will all work out.
I find myself filled with fear. I was greatly encouraged by a blog post from Elizabeth Curry. While she was blogging about fear related to parenting an adopted child, the feelings I'm having are very similar. And the solution is to trust God. Not to just trust him a little, but to trust him FULLY. I believe the true faith-filled response would be to have no worry and to continue on knowing that he will guide your steps and make your paths straight.
Wow - is that hard.
And I fail at it nearly every day - even though I can think of numerous examples in my own life where God has been present. Plus, I can find an infinite numbers of examples in other's lives where God was present.
I hear my mother's voice, "What's the worst thing that can happen?" Um, we could be homeless? Not really. We could lose a lot of money? Happened before, never looked back. We could struggle with relying on God? Yep. And we need that struggle to rely on him more fully than before.
Amen to that!
On another note: Why is my realtor calling my house a "Pottery Barn Gem?"
You decide.
