We drive all over this county in North Carolina looking for home. We pass over subdivisions and town, craving country space with a powerful thirst.
Out the window is rolling green pasture and spring in every sense of the word. Magnolias and grass a vibrant green. Above all it is rolling, rolling, gentle and soft. It rolls its rhythm right through my heart. In all this seeking and praying, I look at His rolling green and believe in a shepherd who created green pastures to restore souls.
It is hard to find a house in the right condition on a pretty piece of acreage.
We are willing to wait.
I am reminded that God allowed His chosen people to wander the desert for 40 years before delivering them to the promised land. And that He did so out of LOVE.
I look at tiny old houses with broken windows and remind myself that a barnyard stable was good enough for God’s own son.
While we search, baby is growing bigger inside me. Nearing the 4 month mark. Still sick off and on and boy oh boy am I still exhausted, but getting excited to find out whether our new addition will be a little boy or a little girl. What do you think? This week I felt the first flutters of baby’s promise. I already love him or her completely.
And so baby grows and the home search continues. Days become weeks and I rejoice in my exhaustion that He makes me lie down in green pastures.
I rejoice because He restores my soul.