As I said I would, I’m posting some more about our house-buying journey. We have officially closed on our house now and moved all our furniture in (though mostly to the basement since we had our floors refinished on the main level and haven’t had time to move things around yet). God has blessed us with many friends who have been helping us tear down walls, pack boxes, load a moving truck, unload a moving truck, hosting game nights when we’re going a little crazy, and so on. It has been a community effort, to say the least, and we’re very thankful for our friends here in Richmond as well as the family members who have traveled to help us. (I’ll devote a post to the actual renovation later on, since right now we’d only have the before and during photos!)
During this season, I’ve been reading through the Bible (very slowly). I recently read through the portion of Numbers where Moses sends spies into the Promised Land to survey the area. Keep in mind that God has shown his power and might in many ways up to this point, but 10 of the 12 men sent out come back terrified. While the land was certainly fruitful, they believed the host of their enemy was too great for them to overcome. Their fear resulted in a 40-year camping trip in the wilderness and the scared generation passed away without getting to live in the fruitful land God had promised to them.
Obviously, God has not directly spoken to Joseph and me about our new house being a promised land or anything that dramatic, but this time of house-purchasing has felt a little like scoping out territory that is a mix of terrifying and tantalizing. God has clearly provided a place for us to call home - a place that exceeded our expectations - and I find myself behaving like an Israelite. I’m easily overwhelmed and forgetful of what God has done for me already. The list of things to do seems endless and the drywall dust, despite our best efforts, can still be found everywhere. We don’t have a functioning kitchen and our belongings are not organized at all. This is all obvious to see for anyone who walks through our front door.
And yet, we can already see the fruit of God’s provision among the giants of home renovation - laughter while taking down a wall with our friends, deep conversations in the sweaty midst of packing and unpacking boxes, family giving us furniture to make our house into a home, and so forth. The list of tasks to do is lengthy, which I will not deny. However, the list of God’s blessings far surpasses it already. I’m praying that, during this season (however long it lasts) my eyes are open to the milk and honey flowing through my life and I see the things that make me anxious in the light of an all-powerful God who goes before me, faithfully clearing the giants from the path He means for me to walk.
- Rebecca O.