No, really, I'm ok

So we didn't get the house.  Yeah.  Bummer.  I may or may not have had a dream that night where I drove by the house and yelled at the people that were working on it that they weren't taking good enough care of the house.  In that dream, the new owners also looked like Amish boys grown up to be hippies who were painting the doors bright magenta and teal, but that's another story.

I am still sad that we didn't get the house.  I was looking through another blog, saw something really cute, planned out where in the house that idea would look great, and had to remind myself that it wasn't going to be our house anymore.

But honestly, I'm ok.  Yes, I'm sad, but that's what happens when your dreams get a little wrinkled.  It's not the end of the world.  We still have an apartment to live in and enough money to put food on the table.  We can still look for another house to dream about.

Just like anything else in life that I want but don't need, I will be just fine until the day comes that God gives us a house that we can call home.  Also, I'm secretly really thankful that I don't have to pack and move just as we're starting a really busy season at the church.  So I guess I've taken the next step in learning this lesson: I do not always know what is best in my life, but God does, so shut up and trust Him.  :)