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We’ve been praying for months. Praying that doors would open or close, that we would know exactly where we were going. When the news came that a move was coming and the door was wide open, we were patient. Next came a house. More we prayed, looking for open doors and waiting in the hallway of life as they all seemed closed. But the perfect one showed up, our offer was accepted, and the paperwork began.
Now we wait again. Pre-approvals are nice, but the real stress comes with the full meal deal and we are so close, just waiting, and still so far away. Moves are tenuous. They can shake up your life and your finances in a matter of minutes. So we keep praying. Praying that this is the door and that it’s wide open. Praying that we’re so close, and not to far away. Praying.
I have been peaceful about the whole situation. It wasn’t until today that those first fingers of stress started reaching out and gripping my heart like a panic attack in the dark. And so I pray, knowing that he holds the reigns and that all will be well. I pray, waiting for the peace to come again and the doors to open. I pray, waiting on his perfect answer. And I know it will come. That we will be exactly where we are meant to be. There is a peace in faith and his faithfulness, knowing that he is so close, even when we feel so far.