PSALM 84

 Waits could be my middle name, especially during the summer months. Like clockwork summer ushers in a wave of transition and pressure points where waiting is critical. Have I mentioned that I hate to wait? I don't mean wait for an appointment. I am prepared for that. I have numerous means of distracting myself as I multitask and complete other projects. I mean waiting for something to happen in life that is pivotal to the next stage. I mean waiting, when you want to DO, but there isn't much to do other than wait. This is the sort of waiting that stretches me every summer. I am growing though. Growing and learning. Once upon a time this waiting season would have me paralyzed. Now I consistently move forward, but I find myself pausing to check the status of projects far too often.  The other day I found myself questioning what it was that I was actually waiting for. Oftentimes God has handled something. He has told us so. But we stay scanning the horizon for the proof. I had to...

 The purchase of house number 2, really began with house number 1. Soon after I moved into my DC house, a house 2 doors down came on the market. I so wanted to buy that house! I just didn't have the capital or the know how. Yet the desire to acquire like real life Monopoly didn't leave me. Life happened, someone else bought the house, I got married, and then moved to another state! My husband and I separated, and I had to make a decision, move back to DC or stay with my new job.  I had believed that God had led me to the new job, but the pay without my husband wouldn't be enough to pay the bills. I received confirmation that I was to stay at the job, and made quite the list of required provision. One day I will write about that in another post. Just know that God came through in EVERY way. Anyway, as the time progressed, I was clear I was going to have to sell my DC house. As I pondered this, I was reminded that I never wanted a house in the first place. My reasoning? I did...