One Year Later, Still Waiting

It's been a year this week since I wrote the post revealing our move to Chattanooga. 

After seven long months of job searching for Mr. V, I cannot tell you how relieved I was by that news.

I didn't know we wouldn't sell our house. That I wouldn't move to Chattanooga until January. That I would miss my co-workers but not my job. That the intense peace I had during Mr. V's job search would dissipate along with my faith that I would ever get to move.

There are many things I wish I could say are all better, all wrapped up. But they aren't. We're still, a year later, living somewhere in the in-between. Living in the wait.

Many, many days I tell God that I promise I've learned my lesson and could He just make it all better now?

Which is probably all the more reason to still be sitting here, hanging out, waiting.

Thank you for hanging in there with me, hoping and praying, and learning to trust a little more each day.

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At Home on a Friday Night

I just washed the floors of my (huge) kitchen on my hands and knees.

I can guarantee that I have never done that before in my entire life. Maybe I could get into this stress relief through cleaning that so many claim.

Why? Maybe by brute strength, sheer will, I could convince someone to come see our house?

Potential selling points to add to the descriptions:
--I use natural cleaners! Well, mostly.
--We have all CFL lightbulbs!
--I'll cook you dinner if you come see it!
--You can keep our Adirondack rocker, our coffee table...and anything else you want

It's extremely disheartening to have had no showings in a whole month. I had such a peace during Mr. V's job-search process. Now that we know where we're going, I want to GO. I don't want to wait on God.

But I don't think I have much of a choice.

I'm trusting, trusting that His plan is the best. Better than anything I could dream up in my mere little head.

In the meanwhile, I'll distract myself by reading His Word ... and cleaning. A lot.