One Door at a Time
I realized I forgot to mention something important: after H’s revelation and the identification of why she had felt so uncomfortable, with Tom being in her home, she felt much more at peace about us staying there. However, because she believes the Lord is asking her to remove everything in her life that she depends on—other than Him—she still feels we need to move out. That said, she graciously asked us to stay until her mom arrives on Saturday, so we’ll be here a few more days.
We also received a call today from my friend regarding the possibility of staying at her empty “summer” house. But after some things unfolded, it became clear to both Tom and me that the Lord had closed that door. There was just no peace in it—confirmation enough for us to recognize that it wasn’t His plan.
So, at this moment, the only door still open is DD’s… unless something changes and the Lord opens a new one. For now, I’m learning—again—to take it one day at a time. No more hanging my hopes or expectations on anything other than God’s leading.
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