In The House

I awoke in our new house the morning of August 4th and I came down the stairs and located my Bible and my current spiral notebook journal and walked around the house searching for my new sacred spot…

We slept in our new house for the first time the night of July 29th, but the next morning was Sunday morning, the following day, Mon July 30th began WinShape camps (which I will share about in a separate post). So Saturday August 4th was my first uncommitted morning in our new house.

I was like Goldilocks searching through every room for the spot that was “just right”. I finally settled for our make-shift breakfast table so I could look out the window into the back yard.

I sat down with my coffee and Bible and notebook and I sighed a thankful sigh. It was the morning of August 4th, 2012. The 4th day of our 8th month so Psalm 84 came to my mind… so I opened my Bible and flipped through the Psalms and stopped at Psalm 84.

How lovely are Your dwelling places,

O Lord of hosts!

My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the Lord;

My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

The bird also has found a house,

And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,

Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,

My King and my God.

How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!

They are ever praising You.

Psalm 84:1-4

I read these words from my God and my heart stopped… He always knows.

The journey into this home has been a rough one. It seemed that with every turn the house was trying to be taken away from us. The struggle came because my husband and I were so sure that this was the house that God was giving us… but with every wall that we hit along the way we struggled with our assurance.

Were we wrong?

Was this God telling us “NO!”?

Or was this the enemy trying to keep us from God’s purpose?

This was where our struggle lied. It wasn’t the house per say… but our ability to discern the will of our God in our life’s situations. How hard were we to fight for this house? If we lost this house did it mean that God did not want us to leave our current house or was it just that He didn’t want us moving into the house we had a contract on?

We finally came to the conclusion that we knew that whether we got the house we had a contract on or whether we lost it… we knew we had to leave where we were. Nothing was right about staying. Staying in our current house was not an option. It was time to leave the mountain.

In the end God gave us the home we have had under contract since March.

So when I sat down my first morning opportunity to be still before my God and read

The bird also has found a house,

And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,

Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,

My King and my God.

How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!

 

God had given me my nest. He had given me a place to lay my young. This was indeed His house for us. I knew it the moment I walked in it the first time… and so did my husband and so did our girls. This is where I saw my grand kids coming to visit. This is where I saw our home filled with children that I would lay on the altar of my God. I met my first at WinShape camp last week… her name has been layed on the altar of my God without ceasing since she shared her story with me.

So this bird has found a house. This swallow a nest. This wife and mother a home.

The sacred spot is still in search, the nest is still being put in order, but the new journey has already begun…