We started on a journey. You know the kind. One foot positioned high in the air, weight falling forward, getting ready to take that step into the great unknown and praying there is ground beneath your decent.
Yep. That one.
For the longest time, I've sensed a need to get my kids and my family out of our current neighborhood and into one that allowed for more interaction, more kid-playing opportunities, more front porch laughing. So, we began the hunt. Is it this neighborhood? Is it this house? Will this floor plan allow for this that and the other?
We were then, out of the clearest blue, given an opportunity to move. We made a call. The house we've lived in for 17 years was on the market. It was a Monday. A yellow sign became a fixture in my yard. What's that - my heart is OK with it? I'm not panicking that someone will actually buy it? Hm. I didn't imagine feeling this way. A few people came - no bites. Tuesday they took pictures, measured our abode and more appointments came in. Wednesday twice the doorbell rang with visitors. Thursday I got a call. There were signatures and happy tears and more than a few 'I can't believe this is happening' exchanged. 4 days. Sold. Full asking price.
35 days. We were to be out in 35 days. We needed a house. The house of our heart was out of reach. Is it out of His? There was a meeting and discussion and an offer. The counter was steep. I began to pray for the owner. Bless him. Soften his heart. We let it sit until morning to recounter. And so we waited. The foot went back up. The weight shifting from back to front.. we're breathing into the landing. It's a slow decent. Wait.
Wait. More conversations. A few tears over the what could have been. The sun decided to keep moving. Deadline came and went and we just didn't think it would happen. We went to see another house - second on the list. Even with great opportunity and additional incentives.... Walking in, it wasn't us. We knew. Lord - is this your heart for us? We drove to see friends - heavy hearts. They encouraged us and we left, driving by the home of our heart. Just then - never late - a text. Owner was willing to talk. A new offer. Texts began to fly on wings of technology as we drove home. Could this be happening? Day was giving way to night and as it did, the home of our heart became ours. Anticipation gave way to tears. Two hearts joined by Love embraced, cried and gave thanks to the Dream Keeper. The weight shifted. The foot fell and landed solid.
He Did It.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.