Four weeks. We have lived in the lake house for four weeks, and daily we choose to drink in the beauty around us.
Thursday evening on our way home, as we crossed the dam on the west side of the lake, Kenny interrupted the flow of conversation when he caught a glimpse of the moon. Jeff stopped the truck, rolled down the windows, and we all stared in awe at the brilliant white orb hanging in the sky, cutting its reflective path across the pitch black ripples moving across the lake.
It was glorious, and we get to live here–for however long or short the Lord allows.
We are confident the Lord led us here, but recent unexpected news from two different mortgage lenders has made us question “why” He did if there is a chance we might not get to stay.
Right now, everything is up in the air. We’ve sold our home. We’ve sold, tossed and donated an incredible amount of furniture and belongings to fit here. We’ve painted ceiling to baseboards and purchased light fixtures, fans and many other small things–all in an attempt to make the lake house ours. We did all this without an inkling of what was around the corner.