For Sale

Living in Connecticut has its advantages. (Read: I'm trying to be positive.)

The autumns are beyond gorgeous.

It snows on occasion.

It's ever-so-slightly cooler than, say, at the equator.

So, the weather's all right.

But there are parts that have left us, well, a little luke warm. 

Like when the taxes kept going up.

And the mortgage equity kept going up.

And, thus, the mortgage kept going up.

That part sucks, frankly.

So with a lot of prayer, we've decided to downsize. We're in the process of staging this house for sale in hopes of finding a smaller, cheaper home here in Connecticut. There's no doubt for Curt or me that God still needs us here. We, in fact, believe in our heart that God wants us in New England to support our church. And there's the no-small-fact that I teach at the Christian school here in town, which is a God Wink in and of itself. God's not done with us up here in this mission field. 

But that leaves us with a list of tasks that might possibly stretch to Virginia. Tired is not even a word for what I feel right now. Still, God has given me great peace, if not an abundance of energy and an extra day in my week, about this change. It doesn't matter that this is the first house we've attempted to sell that's not a guaranteed company buy-out. It doesn't matter that we have relationships here on Somerset Drive. It doesn't matter that we have to pack our own boxes and then move them to who-knows-where. Who knows? None of that compares to the calling on our lives to be good stewards of what God has given us. And quite honestly, Dave Ramsey is breathing down our necks.

So, I will turn in now and pray that my brain will turn off tonight and let me get some cotton-pickin' sleep so that tomorrow I can come home from school and turn back to The List and check off a few more items. 

And I'll pray that this little trip we're on will seem like just another little adventure for my family. Won't you pray for us, too?