At that high price it should be ready to move in. We shouldn’t have to hire a carpenter to make a few changes. My emotions got the best of me. Anyway, I learned another buyer made an offer. Oh, well. Still, I have to keep reminding myself that the condo wasn’t that perfect.
Alright, I feel better now that I got my thoughts down on paper and I shared all my aches and pains on life. I decided not to go round two on a butter croissant.
I know I’m not alone in this. We all go through job changes, longing for that someone, or worry about when we will get to step into that perfect home.
I do know this. When I begin to over analyze what my son is doing with his life and when I long for Napoleon to come live with me, I know I’m out of balance. When I begin to lose sleep over granite counter tiles and my vision is narrow, I need spiritual intervention. I know that I have to get back to my faith. I know in my heart that God holds the key to our next home. I have to believe that.
I am thankful for the recent development in Ralph’s life. He now has a weekend waiter job. He can live off his tips. Though I’m not with Napoleon every minute of the day. I am blessed. He is a big, bouncy, healthy, with-lots-of-energy toddler.
I know for sure that God knows what kind of condo or home I desire.
He has one in mind. I know the perfect one is out there for us. And it will be exactly what I had taped on my vision board. There is no need to hire a contractor to make a tiny office.
Just know, when life gets hectic and it’s not going the way you want and you want to inhale everything on the menu . . . stop and ask yourself, What’s eating me?
Then pray to the Holy One. He knows what is in your heart.
When life is nothing but a blur and nothing is going the way we want it to, lift our eyes to the cross. Dry our tears and remind us to surrender all things to you.
You will do a much better job than we could ever imagine.