It’s been five years since we moved into Grace Cottage. We closed on it about 10 days before Ginny was born and lived with my parents for four months while we (and by ‘we’ I mean Scott) renovated it.
Our contractor decided to change professions and quit before he even started (and called to let us know while we were at the hospital having Ginny) which sent Scott to the public library to get books on framing, dry wall, carpentry, etc. He did an excellent job.
It’s been such a happy place for our family and we have loved being here so close to my parents, next to neighbors we adore and close to the grocery store, library, post office, Starbucks, the park…
I’ve mentioned before that we’re part of a new church plant that started meeting in January. Both Scott and I have had a nudging from the Holy Spirit to consider moving to where the church is, to invest in the community and help get the church off the ground. Talk about ‘hands on’ seminary training!
It’s been an emotional roller coaster for me, with each day bringing new excitement over the prospect of going for it and a new wave of grief over leaving this place we love. Every day I feel differently but definitely feel that God has called us to live with an open hand to His plan, and He will give us the faith we need to trust Him with what’s ahead.
I’m banking on this promise: “And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or lands, for my name’s sake, will receive a hundredfold…” ~ Matthew 19:29
So, our house will go on the market this week and we’ve been busy cleaning out closets, doing paint touch ups and odd projects, taking pictures and getting ready to sell.
If it sells, we’ll gladly relocate. If it doesn’t sell, we’ll happily stay put. And along the way, we’ll trust in the Sovereign God who knows exactly how it will all work out.