It looks like our little family will be moving very soon. For the past 2 years we have been fortunate enough to live in a house that belongs to a local church. It is lovingly referred to as the "mission house" and has been home to many a missionary, pastor, youth pastor, etc. over the last 20 years. Living in the mission house has been a tremendous blessing to Daniel and I as we settled back in town and started Vigilant Hope and began working at LifePoint. I will always have a special place in my heart for the little house. After all, it's where we brought our first baby home to live. But our time has come to venture out and find a place of our own. We are not sure where we will land... but this I am confident... it will be wonderful.
 
A lot of thought has gone into the whole process. What part of town do we want to live? Is it too early to think about school districts? How many bedrooms do we need? Should we look for a house that is big and something we'd grow in to... or just something that will work for the next few years? It's overwhelming really... and exciting... and stressful.

This is what we've settled on... We want to be where God wants us. No where else.

So, today finds us waiting as patiently as we can (the suspense is killing me if we're being honest!) to hear back from our real estate agent. We put in an offer on a house that we just LOVE. It seems perfect for our little family. However, we haven't prayed that God would give us the house. We've prayed (and continue to pray) that he puts us where he wants us. That means, if they don't accept our offer we walk away knowing that God has something even better for us. So while I wait and pace around the mission house I'll rest in the knowledge that God already knows where we're gonna be resting our heads in a couple months. And maybe I'll start packing some boxes.