Blogging has been tough for the past several weeks. I've been busy; I've been emotionally distracted.
We've packed up part of our home in Virginia, traveled to Ohio for house-hunting, taken a break in Pennsylvania, gone back to Virginia, packed up more of the home there, and now I'm in Ohio house-hunting again while other family members finish up back in Yorktown.
Yesterday we made an offer on a house we really like. They counter-offered, we counter-counter-offered, and now we're waiting for an answer. We've heard another offer has gone in, better than ours in some ways, and not as good in others.
It's a really nice house for us; it's the perfect yard.
And now we're in the phase of waiting, having no control over the outcome, wondering when the phone's going to ring with an answer.
God answered prayer amazingly when we moved to Virginia. We were living in a temporary apartment situation while we hunted for our home there. Things were unexpectedly difficult there. My wife drove to the one street we had found that we liked the most, where nothing was on the market for sale. She prayed, “God, if you want us to stay here, would you please, please, open up a house suitable for us on this cul-de-sac.” Two days later, one of the three homes large enough for our family came up for sale. We purchased it for under market cost.
God is the same God today he was ten years ago. Is that a ridiculously understated way to put it or what?
We don't know if the home we're trying for now is really best for us or not. The location could be better. The connections we might have with neighbors there seem to be good–I've talked with the next-door neighbor–but God only knows what it might be in years to come, there or elsewhere.
So we wait, confident that God is God, that he will guide us for our good and for the sake of the service we can do in his Kingdom.