Reflecting....
One of the people God uses to speak a little truth into my life posted something the other day about how we can look back and see how God is using the things we've been through to set up where we're at and where we're headed.
I had some time to think back about that today as I was packing. Although it seems as if I have tons of stuff, I don't have half of what I used to and that's kind of what today's post is about.
The preparations for what's happening in the next two weeks really started two years ago when the ex moved in for a while. Through those circumstances, it was then that I re-did the bedroom floor upstairs and then had to replace the fridge and dishwasher. I also re-did the laundry room upstairs and had the two bedrooms re-carpeted. I even re-painted my bedroom. At the time, I was expecting something wonderful to happen. It didn't. But in there, I got new furniture too. And the house, well, it got a step closer.
Last summer, I had to replace the roof. I decided to have the circuit breaker panel replaced at that time because the old one was a fire hazard. I had the money to fix the basement, too. I was kinda being lazy about that, but things in February would change and I would find a home in Oregon I absolutely loved. I took a chance, stepped out in faith, and got busy fixing the basement. A lot got done down there in two weeks and it's turned out splendidly.
In that, choices were made to lower the price of the house and to list the back 40 separately. That's going to prove to be not a bad idea. But as the end of February rolled about, I began to understand that things were not going to work out the way I thought.
That brings me to here....
All those things paid off. I don't know why I couldn't move into that house, but I can't. God knows. I know the Spirit spoke to mine and told me that all this was just necessary. I might not understand why, but I'll just have to understand that He's God. I'm not.
Moving day comes later in the week. For most of the stuff, anyway. I will keep some pans, some toss-away dishes, and stuff I need to use until I have to be out-out. I want to be able to pack up and be out-out in a few hours.
I don't know what's next. People keep bugging me to stay here, but if that was the plan, then why in the world would the Good Lord ask me to put the house up for sale? I know the ask was the important thing and the worst thing I could imagine is the thing God brought about, but in the Heavenly economy where things kind of work not like we think they should, often the worst thing is the best thing. It must be, because it's what ultimately happened.
So, with that rapidly approaching, it's almost time to close the chapter of my life that was Lark Circle. I'll miss this place. I'll miss seeing deer run across the street or in the back yard, but who knows what adventures lie ahead? Maybe the place with the pasture and the barn will be available when I get there this week. Who knows?
What I do know is that God knows. And I trust He will lead me in the way I should go.
I had some time to think back about that today as I was packing. Although it seems as if I have tons of stuff, I don't have half of what I used to and that's kind of what today's post is about.
The preparations for what's happening in the next two weeks really started two years ago when the ex moved in for a while. Through those circumstances, it was then that I re-did the bedroom floor upstairs and then had to replace the fridge and dishwasher. I also re-did the laundry room upstairs and had the two bedrooms re-carpeted. I even re-painted my bedroom. At the time, I was expecting something wonderful to happen. It didn't. But in there, I got new furniture too. And the house, well, it got a step closer.
Last summer, I had to replace the roof. I decided to have the circuit breaker panel replaced at that time because the old one was a fire hazard. I had the money to fix the basement, too. I was kinda being lazy about that, but things in February would change and I would find a home in Oregon I absolutely loved. I took a chance, stepped out in faith, and got busy fixing the basement. A lot got done down there in two weeks and it's turned out splendidly.
In that, choices were made to lower the price of the house and to list the back 40 separately. That's going to prove to be not a bad idea. But as the end of February rolled about, I began to understand that things were not going to work out the way I thought.
That brings me to here....
All those things paid off. I don't know why I couldn't move into that house, but I can't. God knows. I know the Spirit spoke to mine and told me that all this was just necessary. I might not understand why, but I'll just have to understand that He's God. I'm not.
Moving day comes later in the week. For most of the stuff, anyway. I will keep some pans, some toss-away dishes, and stuff I need to use until I have to be out-out. I want to be able to pack up and be out-out in a few hours.
I don't know what's next. People keep bugging me to stay here, but if that was the plan, then why in the world would the Good Lord ask me to put the house up for sale? I know the ask was the important thing and the worst thing I could imagine is the thing God brought about, but in the Heavenly economy where things kind of work not like we think they should, often the worst thing is the best thing. It must be, because it's what ultimately happened.
So, with that rapidly approaching, it's almost time to close the chapter of my life that was Lark Circle. I'll miss this place. I'll miss seeing deer run across the street or in the back yard, but who knows what adventures lie ahead? Maybe the place with the pasture and the barn will be available when I get there this week. Who knows?
What I do know is that God knows. And I trust He will lead me in the way I should go.
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