First Responder?

Well, just checked my junk email, and I found the first responder to our ad to rent "the middle of nowhere", which, isn't actually how I advertised it, just in case anyone might wonder:)

I wrote the phone number down, while my stomach did some simple tumbling gymnastics, and got it all tidily recorded. They are "very interested" in seeing it, as soon as possible. Gulp. Maybe, I'll luck out, and it's spam. Sometimes, you don't know how you feel, what you think, what is in your heart, until a little pressure is applied.

I should be thanking God, that someone is interested. I know I'll get there, eventually. I'm always walking in conversion. Conversion, from one point of thought, to another. Today, would not be a good day for me to show the house. Not just because it's slightly untidy, actually, I'm uncluttering in my kitchen, and it's midway through. A little more than "slightly" untidy:)

Maybe I should let them come up today, when it's pretty darn stormy and the roads are icy.

If they are the one's for my place, none of that will matter, because they'll see what I can't really hide. If they can't see that, this place is NOT for them.

So Father, give me courage to make that response, to be kind, and to let go of this place, but never do anything but squeeze Your hand tighter. If I trip, and I might, thanks ahead of time for picking me up, letting me cry and soak Your shoulder. You are my Refuge, and You are WAY more beautiful than this little farm. NOTHING compares to You. You are so amazing, what is not to love about You. Give me a vision for the next place, the next adventure and a heart that is full of Your courage, mine's already gone. I can't possibly exhaust Yours.

Oh my friends, pray for me, help me, as I enter a new chapter. Thanks for reading these words, as they tumble out in real time. It will be well, and it is.