As I said a while back, we are in the midst of moving. We've known for some time that we desired to relocate. Somewhere closer to home, family. So now we're doing it. We put the house up on the market, nervously waited for "lookers" to take interest, cleaned and re-cleaned frantically, and waited some more. Suddenly we had a couple of offers, one that made us a little offended and one that was great! It's somehow self affirming when people like your house enough to offer you $$ for it. I don't know why; I'm not my house, but the fact that they liked something that much to give us their hard earned cash made me feel better about having to have kept it SO clean. We accepted their offer.
Now, we're waiting on God to provide us the rest of the pieces of this ulcer waiting in the wings puzzle. Michael needs a teaching job, we need a house to live in. We have a general idea of where we're being lead, just no specifics. I'm a detail girl. I like my duckies in a row. A neat tidy row. At this point though, I have no idea about all these details.
Never before have we repeated the same prayers. There have been many times where we've had to trust God to provide those seemingly last minute answers, but this time seems to be bigger. More on the line. In my heart I know He will work things out, He promises that and we've seen it happen in the darkest of times. It's my head that screams out, "Aaagghhhhhhhhhhhh! What's the next step?!AND WE"RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!"
The song playing on the Christian network right now...I believe you are my portion, you are more than enough for me, Jesus you're all I need. (I have no idea who the group is, irrelevant.)
I guess that's what I get for today. Maybe not the answers I would like RIGHT NOW, but simply...Jesus. That's all I need.
