A new thing. Those words kept ringing in my ear as the year 2014 rolled into existence.
And I thought I knew exactly what that new thing was.
As the year began we knew we wouldn’t be staying in the house we’ve lived in the past four years. And so for weeks we looked at house after house after house. Nothing seemed to fit the mold of what we were looking for.
But then one day, a beautiful-fixer-upper-house in a neighborhood, with good friends right down the road, popped up for sale. And I just knew it was our house.
It was the perfect scenario …
Our girls could stay in their schools, we’d be close to friends and we would continue to build the life we’ve come to love so much in our charming little town. So we made a confident offer and I began mentally redecorating the entire house.
I was not a bit worried. Our offer was solid.
So, you can imagine my surprise when those sellers decided we could take our offer and shove it up another sellers door.
I was mad.
And refused to even consider their ridiculous counter offer of full price.
So I quieted my soul and prayed for God to do something. I was beginning to feel anxious and unsettled about our housing situation, feelings I know He doesn’t desire for us to have, but they were still there.
The next morning, as I guzzled my woes away with coffee, I powered up my computer and did my normal “house hunter” search on the Internet. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a particular house pop up in my search.
But as I clicked on the listing I wondered, “Why did this house pop up in my search?”
It was not in my search requirements. It was not in our little town. It was not in our school district. And it was not even off a road I had ever heard of.
But I was intrigued. So we piled our girls into the van, drove down an unknown country road and three hundred stories later …
Surprise!
We bought a farm!
It’s a new, new, new thing…
New city, new schools, new community and holy cow [pun intended] … a new lifestyle.
The property had been foreclosed on so it’s pretty messy. But in our eyes, it’s the most beautiful mess we’ve ever seen. A mess we’ll clean up slowly but surely.
After all … the journey is not about where you are but where you are going. So today if your journey looks a little messy, like ours, you’re in a good place.
I want to invite you into our journey, I’ll be writing a lot on this little corner of the Internet about it. And maybe together we can journey through our messes and with God’s provision we’ll both be inspired to keep turning things into something … beautiful.
PS- for my friends that have been with me for a while, you obviously notice some changes here on the blog.
One time I had this great idea that I was going to build myself a brand spankin’ new website. And, I actually did. But then, I lost ALL my content. And my subscribers.
I mean lost is such a loose term on the Internet … its there, “somewhere.” But until I find some really smart person to help me find it, thanks for your grace.
xoxo
