As of 11:56 a.m., we still haven’t heard anything regarding the house. Chase Home Finance left a message yesterday, but we haven’t returned the call yet. I’m still believing in God’s miracles.
Last night, we had K and S over for dinner and had a wonderful time of fellowship—talking about the Lord and all that He is doing around us.
Earlier in the day, I met with a group of women, and it was a powerful time of sharing our hearts. I mentioned the Mentoring book I’m reading and invited them to join us Monday night. However, we decided it would be better to discuss the book during our regular meetings rather than adding another night to our schedules.
At first, nothing really stood out to me in my devotional time, so I planned to keep today’s entry short.
But then, at 12:37 p.m., everything changed.
I got off the phone with SS, who is now tentatively the new owner of this house—pending final financing on February 8th. He requested that if we can’t rent from him, we need to be out by February 15th.
And now, I sit here wondering how I should feel.
I don’t want to panic or doubt or react based on what I see or hear. But the thoughts creep in…
"Maybe we got this all wrong."
"Are we basing our faith on something God never actually said?"
"Is this all for nothing?"
"Was the pastor right, and we were wrong?"
Right before SS called, I was reading the story of Jehoshaphat, and when I returned to it, this scripture jumped out at me:
2 Chronicles 20:15-17
"Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God's... You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you... Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you."
I don’t know if I can apply this directly to our situation, but I feel encouraged by it.
Of course, we’d love to stay in this home. SS even said we could buy it back from him later if we wanted to. But I don’t really care about the house itself—I just want to be in His will and not my own.
And still… I sense that this isn’t over yet.
Someone recently mentioned the “birthing” analogy to us, and they reminded us about the labor pains that come before a birth. Maybe that’s where we are right now—right in the middle of those pains.
Whatever happens, we give You all the Praise, Glory, and Honor, Lord!
Father,
I pray that Your Holy Spirit will be with us in a mighty and powerful way in these next few days. Show us how to move forward—should we stay, or should we go?
Either way, we surrender to Your will.
Help us not to make decisions based on doubt, fear, or anxiety, but on faith, trust, and confidence in Your power, promises, and Word.
We are Your humble servants, and we are in Your hands.
Amen.
A friend sent me this beautiful devotional on patience yesterday:
Exercising patience isn’t just an act of human will. The kind of patience Paul speaks of is a fruit of the Spirit, developed in a woman’s soul in tandem with God. It grows from her confidence in the sovereignty of God—knowing He will bring all things to completion, in His timing, in a way that benefits His children and glorifies Him.
Yes, Lord. I choose to trust You.
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