When my husband took a new job in Florida, my teenage daughter and I stayed behind in a half-empty house to fend for ourselves. Every time the phone rang, I prayed it was the Realtor telling us she had a buyer--a real buyer who loved our custom-built ranch as much as we had for the past fifteen years.
By the second month, I was ready to pack the rest of our furnishings and drive a U-Haul myself to Orlando. I missed my husband so much. I was worn out playing both mom and dad. I felt like I needed to move on with my life.
But it wasn't God's timing yet.
A few weeks ago I sent in my first query to an agent. The Web site says I can expect to wait three months. For some reason, I can't seem to do much else until either I get a yes or a nice rejection. Why didn't I tell the agent I was going to do simultaneous queries? Why am I always in a hurry to move forward?
Sometimes it's hard to understand God's plan in my life. But I know his timing is perfect even in the little things. But especially in the big things.
I have to say, it was a tearful celebration when I finally got that buyer. When my daughter and I waited at the foot of the airport escalators for my husband to pull us into his arms--I no longer counted the moments. I lived them.