Y’all might not know this.
I’m a certifiable horse freak.
But when we decided to bring home Isabelle, in 2005, I sold my horse that I’d bought as a 2 year old. He’d been my baby for 11 years.
I cried for days.
But God gave me such peace about it. I knew, beyond my sadness, it was the right thing to do. For Him. For me. And for our family.
But now, y’all.
Now, God has planted us here, smack dab in the middle of horse country. And on a beautiful piece of horse property, to boot.
And it’s way too long of a story to tell, but I didn’t even want to get this place. It just seemed like too much my dream – the dream that God has asked me to lay down when we picked up the dream of bringing our Isabelle home.
And I was terrified of circumventing our family’s best interest on account of my horse-y freakishness. Because I am so, soooo easily swayed when it comes to chasing after what I want instead of what God wants for me.
Long story short, though. Because I just have to share with y’all…
My husband came down here in May to scout it out. We had narrowed it down online to several we liked and two houses really stood out. This one, and another one. And, on paper, the other house seemed much more logical. Much more sensible. Much more manageable. Much smaller back yard.
And I had my foot in the door to commit, I was ready.
I knew what God was going to do.
During Chris’ time here I waited at home, hopelessly distracted. I couldn’t wait to hear his impression of the area, the schools and, most of all, the houses. He visited the other house first and was impressed. He took pictures, asked questions, and called me to tell me he really, really liked it.
As far as I was concerned, it was a done deal.
Then he came here. To this house. And he said that the moment he walked in, he knew.
This was the house.
He called me and as soon as I heard his voice I knew. And I told him I had to go and quickly hung up the phone.
I couldn’t stop crying.
It was an overwhelming mixture of fear of allowing myself to have that dream again, disbelief at this completely unexpected turn of events, and indescribable joy at His goodness and love.
And feeling totally and completely undeserving. He has and continues to bless me abundantly – this just honestly seemed too wonderful to be true.
I thought I knew what God was going to do.
But, as it turned out, I didn’t have the slightest clue.
And I am so grateful for the beautiful reminder that He is the boss.
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts
than your thoughts.” – Isaiah 55:8-9