Maybe it is just hormonal. Maybe it is just frustration. Maybe it is God bringing me to the end of my rope. Or maybe I should say to the end of my rind since....... I'm feeling a tad like that
little sour faced critter above.
But then, I hate to say anything because then i'll be like those Israelites that have to make one more trip around the mountain.
Dear God --please not another trip around.
So if I have been a tad on the serious side--I seem to have lost my joy.
This journey had its beginning over two years ago. It will have its ending--I pray--by the end of May when God takes us to the next place we will live. Please God--a house. But if need be, yes, I will move back into the camper.
For those of ya'll who are newer to my blog--we tore our old home down two Christmases ago.
We were planning to rebuild on the same property on the river. Until we ran into some huge problems with an old artesian well that would not be capped.
That is unless we wanted to pay 90,000 dollars.
The above picture was in what was part of my backyard.
Here is the original post if you have the time to read.
So after spending 20,000 getting ready to build--we did not.
The hole was filled in and the property has been sitting right down the road waiting to be sold.
A whole nother story.
We moved into this home--thank you Jesus--and it has been nice.
Now that Paw Paw is gone- it is time for us to move on.
We don't know where God wants us.
Keith always said he would never move while his Dad was here.
And he hated to leave his childhood home-the house we tore down.
And we really love our church--we are presently looking for a new one because God said it was time to move on.
Which way do we go, which way do we go.......???????
Honestly...beginning to panic here.
I know God has a plan. I know He is in control.
But, I do wonder if He would let me see myself through His eyes--because I am thinking this rubber band is about to pop.
Dear God help me trust you. I don't want to complain. I want to trust.
Are you speaking to my husband?
Is he hearing You?
My flesh is screaming and I am trying to keep my mouth shut.
Dear God Can You Help?
(I realize that this sounds pretty desperate. I also realize that many of you may think that it is a little overboard. There are many things that I have not shared here. Things that have crushed my spirit and broken by heart. With more events to come.
I write these things because I need some serious prayer warriors to bombard heaven on our account. Honestly I just want to pass this test and let God's will be done.
If we are to move to tim-buc-too--God knows I 'll go. This journey has been long--not 40 years--but long. I don't want someone feel sorry for me. Many have it a lot worse. This is just my road right now. I need some prayer warriors.
I am confessing my sin of fear-yuck!
Just pray for us please. I know that God is up to something incredible but my flesh is weak.
Now this is all I am going to say about this till the glory breaks with the new day.