The Move

So much to say.
In 2008, we took a hit. A big one.
I never wanted to own a house again.
We moved to Arizona to get better--we thought we'd be here for three months. It's been five years.
We've been talking, dreaming about owning a house. I've wanted to give Andrea a place where she can plant and blossom. But renting has been our lot in life.
Until mid-July when our rental became bank-owned.
So we were forced to either rent or buy.
We looked and looked.
There was a house on an acre, a little further out than we wanted, but no home owner's association. It was all electric. When I first saw it, I swear this is what I thought, "That's our house."
We looked at it but it didn't feel big enough to house all of us AND my office. So we kept looking.
It wasn't until after the ultimatum about the rental that we gave it another try.
And here we are. In the house I thought was our home. After five years.
We're stuffed in here like Who's down in Whoville, but it's our house.
Yesterday the phone company was supposed to install all the fancy connection for my radio show. We have diligently pursued this for a month, calling, making sure things were on schedule. When they didn't show up, I called. They admitted it was their fault, they messed up. I spiraled down, disgruntled, and then heard David Jeremiah talk about thanksgiving and being grateful. So one thing didn't go well.
Some might be tempted to say that Satan has thrown a wrench in things. I choose to look at it that God has allowed us this little hiccup in order to test us. Do we really believe he's in control? If so, he can use even a mistake by the phone company.
We're trying another creative approach to the program for next week. Maybe it will work. Maybe it won't. But we'll be diligently trying. Good things come to those who keep trying.