The Offer

Battling fear with excitement. Doubt and worry with trust and peace. Battling champagne tastes on a beer budget, too. Today we went and saw another house in our house hunting journey. The location is perfect - right next (and I do mean right next) to a park, literally three minutes' walk to my parents, a quiet neighborhood that doesn't show signs of future deterioration in reputation, and just as close to church, school, and work as we are now (probably has something to do with the fact that it's only about five minutes from where we are now). The interior is old, but not demolished (as others we have seen!). It has perhaps retained all its original everything - from paint to carpet - since it was built in '79. We'll call that "potential"! So tomorrow we'll go and sign the offer. I'm scared spitless! Still waiting for that huge neon flashing sign in the sky that tells us what to do (have you seen one? I keep looking, but I haven't seen one). True, submitting an offer may not mean this is it. So we will continue to pray, and pray, and then pray some more. As my husband often reminds me, does it really matter where exactly we live, so long as we are serving the Lord everywhere we go?