Moving Forward In Faith

One cannot express, how long we have held on tight to Gods hands, like children clutching to their mothers skirts in anxious waiting for the moment our big dreams would come to fruition. Every other day, I would take to the internet in search of something, anything that would work for a homestead. Going back and forth often times having to settle for less than my exuberant heart yearned for. Two weeks ago, I came across a photo of land in a town we visited 7 years ago and loved wholeheartedly. I felt dethatched from emotion when I sent it to Matthew as I had done so many times before over the last several years.

Two and a half acres with a not so nice of a 1930’s home resting on its bones. Perfectly within our budget, Matthew quickly and hurriedly made plans to drive out. A turn and burn trip but enough to fill our hearts to the brim with gratefulness, hope and enthusiasm. We viewed the home, and as expected it needs to be completely gutted but instantly we were welcomed by people and land alike. Can you believe friends, that directly in front of the Clark Fork River and surrounded by national forest sits the house that we have put an offer on.

I.

We.

My family.

After trial and tears and moments of doubt and weakness and ultimately allowing God to take the reigns have finally put an offer on a home. This will be our first time owning our OWN property.

This coming Monay, 6.26.23 is when we will receive word on whether or not they have accepted our offer.

Am I nervous?

I dare say that I could be the furthest thing from it. Something about this entire event feels peaceful. It feels right in its unfolding.

Thank you God.

Though we would have followed where your will would have lead us.