Back on Labor Day of this year, Stuart and I went with our realtor to look at potential houses for us. We found a house we loved and the price was just what we were comfortable with. So that week, we put in our offer and started packing up our rental in Forest Acres. On September 30, we moved out of our rental and into Stuart's parent's house for the short 3 weeks between our move out and our closing on the new house.
Long story short, we never closed on our house. In fact, this week we backed out of our contract and decided that that house was no longer in our future. I'd like to say that I was devastated but honestly, I wasn't. I was at peace with the whole thing before we even knew it wasn't going to happen. You see, we had been made to jump through hoops over the past 3 months that just made me TIRED. I would go to work every day and just be on edge waiting to hear the news on the house EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And let me tell you, that is no way to live.
So... where I would have normally decorated for Christmas at the beginning of November, I spent the first week of December finally moving into our "for now" home (AKA apartment that happens to be bigger than our rental house downtown 😳) and I can't help but struggle to get into the Christmas spirit. At almost 29 years old, I have learned through this process that sometimes God just says flat out NO. And we need to be okay with that. And let me tell you, I do not like to be told no. Just ask my husband! 😏
But here's what it taught me... No is okay. No is normal. No shows you what's truly important. No really just means "I've got something better for you!"
So here I am, laying next to my snoring husband in our apartment adjusting to our new normal. We are okay with it but I can't say that I don't still cry over what I thought my Christmas and life would be like in that house. We are just trusting that the Lord knows our needs better than we do and that He has the BEST for us in mind.
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