House sold? Check.
Inspection done? Check.
List of repairs from inspection? 3/4 check.
Rental house for the next 10 months? Check.
Easter clothes for the kids ordered and received? Check. (‘Cause life still happens even when you’re up to your eyeballs in house selling and repairing and hunting.)
I found these at Lands’ End, and I just love them:
Meghan is beyond the age when I can dress her up like a doll in a froofy Easter dress. In fact, the girl hardly ever wears a dress at all these days.
She had some really cute dresses back in the day.
(If the pictures weren’t all packed away in storage, I’d show you. You’ll just have to take my word for it. She was adorable.)
But whatever. She’s such an amazing girl that I can’t complain because she won’t let me dress her up and put bows in her hair anymore.
(Actually, she never let me put bows in her hair.)
The point is: it’s Easter. And life has been a little crazy around here lately. Not unmanageable, but just a little bit crazy. And I can’t help but think about one year ago at this time – Easter time – when we were in a big, dark pit and didn’t think we would find a way out of it. It was the season of Saturday, and if you don’t remember or haven’t read this before, take a minute to click over, read it, and come back.
It’s ok. I’ll wait.
Are you back? Good. See what I mean? Big, dark pit. Really, really ugly pit. And truly, I didn’t climb out of that pit for a good two or three months.
It all started with the city council telling us that we couldn’t replat, develop, build on, or sell our land – and when Michael uttered the word “lawsuit” – well, I pretty much threw myself down on the floor, kicking and screaming and shaking my fist at God. I was ticked – and sad, and lost, and scared. We didn’t know what was going to happen.
God sat back, waited for me to finish my tantrum, and said, “Are ya done yet? OK, let’s talk.”
He reassured me of what I already knew: He is big. Nothing surprises Him. He loves me passionately. He knows what He’s doing.
So all I could do was open up my hands – again – drop my expectations and receive what He has for me.
And what He has is pretty darn amazing.
By June, the plat was approved. In the fall, we prepared to close on our construction loan – and ten days before the closing, we found out that our builder was going belly-up. So we got another builder, got the loan, got a development company to bring in the water line, clear the trees, and build a road.
And then it started to rain.
And it doesn’t help that the guy in charge of the development….well, he’s not the sharpest crayon in the box.
So here we are in April. We have a water line. But it didn’t pass city inspection. Still don’t have a road. Trees have been removed at the house site, though. I almost cried when I saw this:
So that’s where we are. Between something horrible and something beautiful – but leaning on the side of beautiful. We all have Saturdays. Heck, life on Earth is one long Saturday, dontcha think? So we wait. And pray. And open our hands. And receive.
Sunday is coming.