Home

I have rented for longer than I can remember… and honestly I didn’t mind it much.. I liked the lack of responsibility and no yard work… to me renting just made sense in some odd way. As I have gotten older though a weird need to kinda “stick” somewhere started taking hold and we started looking for a house… we looked for months… found a lot of nice stuff way out of our price range but nothing that fit us… I wanted something just outside town on an acre or two and a single story ranch with an open floor plan. finally after months of looking we found the perfect place… we loved it… we tried to get a loan… and our credit was just not good enough…the last vestiges of my messy divorce was still on the records. we went back to the perfect little house and looked at it… how could this not be it? Suddenly I was struck with the need to talk to God about it… “God… we love this property… this house… these trees…it fits us… we really want this house… can you please save it for us until we can get things fixed? Amen.

We started working hard to rebuild our credit… cleaning up things with the credit bureaus is a tough job… but we just stuck to it… paid off a lot of debt… found some debt we didn’t know we had… paid it off too! a year and a half later we realized we really needed to be more aggressive and we rented the cheapest crappiest apartment we could fine…we have been shoved into this thing for over 6 long winter months…

Last week we closed on our first home… a place just outside town, on an acre, single level ranch, with an open floor plan. As we stepped out onto the grass in front of our new home… I stopped… standing right where I prayed 2 years ago… “God… you are awesome… and forever faithful, thank you for saving this home for us… and may we always share it with others so that they can see your provision in their lives also… Amen.

Suddenly… in a little town in Kansas…we were finally Home.