Answered Prayers

Proverbs 13:12  –  “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”

Standing in church on a cold December morning, tears leaking, I asked the Lord for a break. “Life has not been easy lately, Lord. I’m ready for a new chapter” my heart whispered to my Jesus . . . .  It wasn’t just one hard thing, but lots of little and not-so-little hard things, piling up. One of which was the feeling that we may never find a decent affordable home.

Back up to this past summer.  When I got a real J-O-B as a nurse, we decided I would save most of my paycheck for a house.  Our own house.  We have been renting for a while, almost 7 years now. And while renting was nice at first, (Ah! No worries!) we have recently been wanting a place to call our own.

So we began setting aside that hard-earned money, and I began to pray. Lord, let someone else be taking care of our new house as well as we have taken care of this rental.  We made a list of what we wanted in our “dream house” . . . things like 4 bedrooms, a large dining room with space for extended family birthday parties, near our church/schools/friends, a fireplace for cozy nights, a garage for Andrew to work in, a basement for Blake to drum in, an extra bathroom for the boys to . . . ya know.  We would like it to not be too much of a fixer-upper. Oh and could it please be a waterfront property? An ocean view in Royal Oak would be ideal.

And in August a man bought a house. And he renovated it so beautifully.  And he listed it for sale in December.

I had been scouring realtor.com since September . . . looking for our house. I wanted to know it when I saw it . . . .

And I did.

It has everything on our dream house wishlist (except the ocean view, darn!) for a sneeze above our current rental payment.

And we are thankful for a God who provides, who heard our prayers and orchestrated it all so perfectly.  Looks like we are set to close early March.  We can move in before the kids’ spring break – and not be busy doing all this over the summer like I originally thought.  (Summers are for playing, not working).

 

Madison Heights, here we come!

 

 

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