We were eating Dove chocolates at leadership last night and reading all the 'cute' little sayings on the inside of the wrapper. The first one I ate said "Patience is a virtue." Very clique. Very over used. Very true.
We put in another offer on Sunday night. This is our 2nd official one, and our 4th 'unofficial'. I am so over the waiting process. I'm tired of putting in what should be a strong offer, only to be out done by someone else. I need to realize that we did our best. Now it's up to the bank to agree.
I'm done with drawing up floor plans to see where to put our stuff. I'm done with picking out colors for different rooms. I'm done with imagining what changes we need to make. I'm done with looking up "how to's" for the wide array of problems we've seen.
I am now waiting on the Lord. He has the perfect place for us. Something that won't stretch us on monthly payments. Something that won't drain every last dime from us. Some place that is just the right size and the right place with the right neighbors to build relationships with.
Make me know Your ways, O LORD;
Teach me Your paths.
Lead me in Your truth and teach me,
For You are the God of my salvation;
For You I wait all the day.
Monday, April 5, 2010
It's Monday again??? Already???
- I did NOT have an emotional week. It was NOT a result of having an offer on a house be rejected. That did NOT happen once, but TWICE in less than 5 days. I would never get that attached to something that wasn't mine.
- I certainly did NOT get sick this week. It's Spring time, you're suppose to get sick when it gets cold, not when it gets warm! I am NOT still whining and suffering through it.
- I did NOT have flashbacks of childhood yesterday. It wasn't a result of Kevin and I playing in the meadow behind my parents house. It most definitely did NOT result in me getting shocked by the electric fence. I know better than to touch one (even if Kevin was stuck on it because of the camera bag.)
- I did NOT have to tell my husband to watch his step because of cow pies and burn hazel. Surely my hiking/camping/outdoors-loving-husband isn't a city boy and would know about these common factors.
- While in said meadow I did NOT try to re-kindle my friendship with the cows. This did NOT include me telling them that cows are friends, not food.
- We did NOT get chased out of the meadow by a herd of curious calves. We weren't afraid of a few harmless babies. Why would we be scared of a few animals bigger than us walking towards us?