For about the past week or so Luke and I have been actively pursuing purchasing a home.
It all happened very quickly.
We found a house we fell in love with.
It was in our budget.
So we got to work.
It still needed some finishing touches, so we went and priced (and in my mind picked out) various household appliances, we picked out carpet, and we filled out all of the necessary bank paperwork.
We were ready to put an offer on the house, but first we had somebody come out to inspect the home.
This is where the story turns sour.
Turns out the cute brand new home was a complete CRAP HOLE.
So many things were wrong with it; we were wisely advised to not purchase this home.
And that was where my dreams went up in smoke.
Dreams of granite counter tops, a brick mailbox, a neighborhood where we could actually make friends, a home where we could do the Shred video without having the lady below us bang on her ceiling (our floor), a closet that had enough room for clothes of all seasons, a garage to park our cars in, to protect them from the Oklahoma storms and a yard, a beautiful yard that we could frolic in.
These dreams all vanished in one quick second.
Like we do anything else, we completely covered the whole situation in prayer and gave it to God.
Apparently he thinks we need to live in our bird poop covered apartment a little longer.
Which, I’m not one to argue with God, but I have to say I was really digging the life I had pictured in that house.
Whenever I received the news that the house was no longer an option, I didn’t handle it very well. I won’t tell you exactly how I handled it, but it resulted in my cute, loving husband giving me a speech about how to better handle my emotions.
For some reason he thinks throwing a temper tantum is not a good emotion-handling-mechanism.
I had tried not to get excited about the house, and I had tried not to ‘picture’ us living our life in that cute house, but it was inevitable, and the fall back to reality was a pretty hard fall.
Luke suggested that we go look at houses this weekend, I told him I can't let myself get emotionally involved with another house. I might just stay in the good ole APT forever.
I'm still working on managing those emotions.
So for now I am choosing to have faith that God has the perfect house just waiting for us somewhere, even though my flesh wants to scream and cry.
Choosing to have faith.......