I just watched a storm blow past my house. We didnt get a lick of rain, but thunder and lightning filled the air while the dark clouds rolled through. It was beautiful. It reminded me of when matt and I were trying to purchase our first home. The one before this one. The one before the one we would call home.
When I first laid eyes on that house, I absolutely loved it. It was a foreclosed home and needed work, but it was perfect. It advertised with 5 acres, but the land it sat on didn’t agree. The house sat on maybe an acre, the rest was surrounded by a farmers field. I had 2 horses at the time, so that wouldn’t do. “Where is the rest of the land?” Matt asked the realtor. She replied “well you can have it surveyed.” There was no guarantee we could get the land that was promised, being it was a foreclosed property , but I sure did love that house. I remember sitting in the back steps of that house watching a storm roll by telling Matt, “this is what I want”. I wanted to be able to sit on my back porch, and watch a storm roll by. That’s a peaceful evening to me. Watching storms. I knew that house was perfect. As everything always seems to go, we lost the bid on that house. But that’s ok, because in the end we struck the gold mine. Now, I sit on my back porch every evening I get, a much bigger porch I might add, and watch storms roll through. I have 8 acres instead of 5, and 3 horses instead of 2. We have everything we wanted and are surrounded by the ones we love. I wouldn’t trade this place for the world, but I still think back on the other place and what could have been, and I’m so glad it didn’t happen. We wouldn’t be where we are now if it did. Just because something seems perfect at the time, doesn’t mean it is. Don’t get discouraged. Gods plan will play, when he says go.