We are making preparations for another move.
When we moved into the house we currently rent, I was fairly sure this would be it. This would have to be it.
It felt “homey” enough. The backyard with the fence, the security of suburbia and even the slight view of the foothills behind our house. I was cozy and pretty content if I do say so. You see, I am not a fan of moving (as most aren’t). We also figured we had no plans of having another wee baby in the house anytime soon. Plans of course change. We change. God is however constant.
Before we knew it, we had outgrown this home and it wasn’t going to be sufficient to comfortably house us all. While I am a firm subscriber to wherever we are all at together, that happens to be our true “home”, I quickly realized something had to give. I can feel God closing this door to open another. I am relying on blind faith and God’s grace to get us through.
Here we are nearly three years later, searching and looking and trying to find the right place for us to live. My husband works in a fairly rural (okay Ghost town is a bit more accurate ha!) area in Colorado now, so we know that we can’t stray to far from there. We have entertained Wyoming as well as just staying in our same town or the bordering areas. Sure, there are houses out there. Some just barely out of grasp. Some more costly than others. Some that I have swooned over and then quickly had to forget for one reason or another. The problem I know is… they aren’t mine. We just aren’t yet ready to purchase a home. The stars have not quite aligned and when they do happen to, and we are ready- I want to be smart. I want to be sure it is the right thing for not just my husband and I, but our children. When you are a parent of five (or just one), you have the schools to consider. The neighborhood. The safety and size. Add our dogs in the mix and well, we really DO need an act of God right now.
I am not a “fancy” gal. I don’t need an abundance of trinkets or fine things to make me happy. Maybe just a few big windows and a place for the children to be content and feel comfortable. Good schools and the potential for good friends.
We have now seen two different houses and have our sights on a third. I have loved each honestly for different reasons. The first two didn’t stick so I am honestly praying that third will. I am feeling a bit run down already and haven’t begun yet to pack and there is just so much work ahead of us. I know that I need to stay strong and know that in a year from now this will all have been a blur. One way or another we will be in a new place. God has the reigns here.
I suppose the point of this post is this…
Change is hard. I am so grateful however that I have a God I can lean on. A God that already knows where we will be living. Where we will be moving. He has the perfect place for our family and he has us in the palm of his hand. I struggle sometimes with letting go. I let stress overwhelm me and try to will God to reveal his plans before he may be ready. Sometimes I even find that I mistake my plans for God’s plans. There is always a lesson.
I am putting this out here because I know there is a testimony in all this. I know that there is something on the brink that is more wonderful than I can comprehend. Because when I internalize things and assume that burden alone. the enemy has an easier way of speaking his lies and casting doubt and insecurity all around us. God has not failed us yet.
I am sharing my struggles to keep myself accountable. I am sharing because I believe in the power of prayer.
Pray for us, friends?