I've mentioned that I'm reading my One-Year Bible every day. And spending quiet time both before and after reading, at those times when I can settle myself; I have a tendency to get antsy sometimes.
During this quiet time, the strangest things come to mind with such an urgency that I can't help but listen. Like feeling I should get back to card-sending on special occasions, for instance. Or someone coming to mind that I haven't thought of in months, so that I contact them and find out they've been having problems.
Some six months ago, while I was riding my horse, I began feeling a certainty that we'll get a better house. I had no idea when or how this would happen, I just felt it was true. And I accepted it.
There's a double-wide trailer across the road that's been for sale for a long time. With the housing market like it is, and given the fact that banks hate mobile homes, it hasn't sold. Not to mention how overpriced it is.
It's on a foundation and doesn't look like a "trailer house". I've been inside it. It's a lovely home on a 1 1/2 acre lot. Just a one-minute walk from here, so if we bought it, it wouldn't be a big deal to cross the highway and take a walk in our pasture.
It sounds ideal for us, and Cliff and I discussed it and agreed it was doable, if we were to make an offer and they accepted.
But I've been reading about Abraham lately.
God told Abraham he'd have a son. Old Abe got antsy and decided to fix things himself, because God wasn't working fast enough to suit him. We're still paying for his mistake. That's why our troops are in Iraq (that and a few other folks' mistakes, but we won't talk about that).
So Cliff mentioned today we might ought to pursue that place, and I had to tell him the story of Abraham, Isaac, and Ishmael.
Then I told him, "I don't want to give birth to an Ishmael."
Cliff doesn't know the Bible all that well, but he understood.
We'll wait for our Isaac to make his appearance, thank you very much.
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