If you follow my blog, you know we are living with my parents right now while we wait for some property we own to sell so that we can look for a house. I don’t know where we will find our future home, or when we will find it, or what it will look like. I have a wish list of likes and preferences and must-haves. I would love something pretty, but if I can dress it up with fresh paint and a pretty front door wreath, I’d be game. As much as I strive daily for surrender and contentment regarding where we live right now, I am ready with all my heart to have a home of my own again.
Our realtor has a special house search tool that emails us every time that a house with our specifications comes onto the market. Every time I get one of those emails, my heart leaps a little in my chest, and I can’t help but think to myself: Am I about to see my future home?
I remember having many oh-so-similar thoughts regarding my future husband before I met him.
Waiting on a house is kind of like waiting on a spouse.
These past couple of years have taught me that home is where my people are. It’s not all about the house. I think that there is a similar way of thinking that single people have to internalize for themselves: it’s not about the spouse.In both cases of waiting, if our lives are oriented all-the-way towards God, then our primary vocation right now is to spread His fragrance from where we are planted, and wait on Him to reveal His perfect will for any next steps in His timing.
I had never dated before I met Michael, aside from less than a handful of dates my freshman and sophomore years of college. I think I didn’t date more because I was so busy with work and school, although I think the biggest reason was that was very picky.:)
Then, I heard something my sophomore year that changed my perspective on dating entirely. The longer I had to wait to meet my future husband, the more God was working on him for me–and me for him.
It had never occurred to me that God was preparing us for one another.After that, I started praying for my future spouse. I tried my best to stop looking for my future husband all the time, and instead I tried to focus on the present and wait for God to bring us together. Since I first shared that piece of advice with Michael, we have recounted many times how we met at truly the first opportunity that we would have been interested in one other. God brought us together at the perfect time. I was 19, and Michael was 23. And that is our story.:)
Our story on the home-front isn’t quite as fun to tell.But even with all the twists and turns and crosses, we’ve tried to live such that we can only say we’ve always made God a part of our decisions to the best of our abilities. We had a lovely first home in Houston in a great neighborhood, then we quit Michael’s NASA job to start our own business, later sold the business to take another job back in Louisiana, and have been living with my parents since then. It’s been a mega-incredibly-unbelievably rich and grace-filled time, but sometimes messy. And sometimes really, really hard. It has helped me to think of our next home as being prepared for us. I pray for the people who will buy our property and for the people who will sell us their home.
Every couple’s love story is different. Some married couples meet late in life. Some meet when they are children. Some have the gift of loving more than one God-given spouse in a lifetime. It’s the same with houses–and jobs and babies and life. As much as we plan, and wait on God’s timing, and dream, and try to play our cards right, sometimes God lets life throw us a curve ball. Then we have to learn all over again the lesson of trusting His plans and being content with what He chooses to permit for us.
For all you single ladies and gentlemen out there–for all of you fielding curve balls in life of any kind–join me in trusting God to bring glory to Himself by making victorious and beautiful the story of our lives.
“‘For well I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans for good and not for woe. Plans to give you hope and a future.” -Jeremiah 29:11