OK, so I admit it. I wish I hadn't promised to write down what has been going on at our house. As you can see, I put it off as long as I could. Here's the deal...
Friday afternoon I got a call about showing our house at 8:30... A.M... Saturday morning. Seriously? Yep, they even got here 5 minutes early. I had to tell the realtor to go to the front door so we would sneak out through the garage. They were inside for 25 minutes. Now, from our experience, that is pretty good.
We secretly watched from down the street as they drove off and thought that we would now be able to relax and enjoy our day. Phone rings around 12:30p.m. They want to come back at 2:00 and bring the mother or grandmother... whichever. And so we watched and waited again. 45 minutes this time. That's a long time people. Something's up.
I didn't care at this point, I just wanted a nap. The next call came at 4:20p.m. and it was our realtor... with an offer. For real. Back and forth a couple of times... By 8:00p.m. we were signing a contract. Seriously. Less than 12 hours from beginning to end. Ugh.
You wonder why my emotions are all jumbled up? You want to know why I wasn't swinging from the chandelier dining room fixture? Because it all happened so fast. AND, this is the big one... Hubby's job is ending on the same date we are scheduled to close on our home. There is nothing else planned beyond that date. Zilch. Nada.
So, I let sin creep in. The fear... the anxiety... the worry. Yes, I know that God will take care of us. He always has. Yes, I know that God has plans to prosper us and give us hope and a future. Of course I do. But will everything come together when we think we need it to? Will we have a job before this one ends? Will there be suffering?
This, my friends, is where I let Satan stick his big fat ugly foot in the door. I can see God at work. I realize what a miracle Saturday was for our family. We are blessed. But I'm still struggling. It makes me feel weak...