moving

Four years and three months ago we put our house on the market.  I was pregnant with Connor and we were looking forward to being able to move somewhere that was a little roomier so that guests could have a babyless place to sleep and we could have friends over without either waking up the children since they were only ten feet away from the living room or feeling claustrophic when trying to figure out where everyone should sit.

Fast forward two years and nine months and we took the house off the market because I was about to have Logan and couldn't handle the job of keeping the house ready and leaving with three kids at a moments notice if someone actually wanted to come see the house.  Not to mention the distress of a housing crash that placed our homes "worth" so far below what we paid that our entire savings would have been drained just to get out.

It is 19 months since that decision and thus began our "what are we going to do" mode, but now I am looking around at my half packed up house savoring in the memories of the past 8+ years of being here and knowing that, as usual, all my worrying and frustrations were frivolous because God is, as usual, right on time with what He decided and planned for.

Zach went through months and months where he checked rentals and even for sale homes daily to find something that would fit our needs and desires.  There was usually two things wrong.  The first was that the rental was really expensive as people who bought in the bubble were trying to cover their insane mortgages or the house and deal were great and were snapped up by someone else before we even had a chance for someone to return our phone calls.  We were totally convinced we had found a great rental home and had already started moving in our heads when a few hours later we found out that someone else had already beaten us to it....again.  At least when God shut a door he shut it quickly ;)  

But then on Connor's birthday Z got a phone call that started the domino effect and in a matter of four days we had friends who were going to rent our house and a great rental property that will be the perfect transitional home until we can decide where exactly to put down rootier roots, sell and buy.  

Looking at the situation as a whole it reminds me of the passage in Acts that Dave based his sermon on last week.  Paul, Silas and Timothy were trying to preach in different areas of Asia but the Holy Spirit kept stopping it and they didn't understand until Paul had his vision of spreading the gospel in Macedonia.  You just never know where you're being led sometimes until you get there and what God is planning not only for you but people you will one day be in community with until it happens.

So as far as we know and have planned, for at least the next year we will be residing at 70 Westover Place in Covington, Georgia and then pray, hope that we will be able to sell our home and purchase a new one hopefully still here as our church grows or maybe somewhere else if God makes me do it.  

All I do know is when you wait on the Lord you learn a vast amount about patience, contentment and your own selfish weaknesses and when you see His hand you hopefully begin to say...

But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord,
    I wait for God my Savior;
    my God will hear me.

Micah 7:7