We have prayed a long time, like more-than-four years of a long time, for our next new season. For God's promises to begin to come to fruition. Our friends have prayed with us. People we don't even know well have prayed with us. And, truth be told, we hoped and prayed and dreamed and wished our new season would start back in Fort Worth, where our heart family are, where our heart church is, where everything is familiar, where our children were born. It even looked like a remote possibility. But God ... He has another plan. It's a good plan. One that is meant to prosper us, to give us hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11).
I'm fairly certain part of our promises coming to fruition began when our prayer changed to, "Lord move us back to our idea of 'home' please or change our heart for here." Surrender. God's timing is perfect and in hindsight much of what we've walked through, particularly since last October, and what we continue to walk forward in, is beginning to make God-sense to us. He's good like that.
This house marks the end of our now season. It's our next home and we'll be in it in a few short weeks. Hal-le-lu-jah! And, I'll be honest folks, it's more than I could ask or imagine. Humbled and trembling before our mighty and awesome God!
The exciting part is watching His hand unfold crazy things ONLY He could do. No, the Lord's arm is NOT too short (Numbers 11:23, Isaiah 59:1), although I forget that sometimes in the midst of emotions, feelings (that are not fact) and the chaos called living on this earth. There are so many things involved with this move that only He can orchestrate, fix, calm, take care of, reveal, maneuver. Really. Makes me all tingly inside to see how He will do it!
"I asked the Lord for help and He answered me. He saved me from all that I feared." -Psalm 34:4 (NCV)