Lost and Found

 "If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me."

Psalm 139:9-10

16 years ago next month, shortly after the death of my dad, we sat at the closing table to purchase the home in which we live. '

Today, shortly after the death of my mom, we will sit at the table once again and sign the papers selling it. 

We're doing so early because the arduous process of the actual move begins bright and early tomorrow, but if all goes as scheduled, the buyers are supposed to sign tomorrow. I expect the buyer to show up then as he seems so excited to take possession, and we're ready to pass along this beautiful home to its new owner. 

Covid is blamed for everything nowadays, and because of that and the insanity of the real estate market, mortgage companies are too busy to keep up. Even in the best of times, closings happening on time are iffy, but we've never been delayed...

yet...

I've been compulsively planning for this week for years. And here it is as I wonder when and how it will actually happen. But the Lord tells me to rest in Him. To take this process in moments, not days and weeks. He has always been so faithful - in the big things, of course, but especially in those small things that so often tie me up.

When my mom was living, she was driven by having "stuff". She wanted to show it all off to other people and she never had enough of it. It drove her crazy because I used an antique chest in the basement to keep the TV on and no one would see it there. 

At her death, she had  very little jewelry, and I took possession of it all in a very small bag.

Yesterday, as I organized and cleaned out my own things, I couldn't find her small bag of treasures. 

I had already discussed with my brother where some of her things should go and I was just sick that it was seemingly gone. How would I ever explain it to him that I had lost it?

I looked and prayed for quite some time before bringing others into my equation to pray along with me, and literally within 5 minutes of doing that, I went right to where I had placed the small bag when we got this home ready to put on the market.

I never doubted that the Lord COULD guide me to it, but WOULD He? 

His hand led me to exactly where I needed to go. Those things that are my concerns, no matter how small they may be, are at the top of His list too, and He proved that once again. It's happened before as I looked for lost things, and I know it will again. 

So whether we close on this home on time tomorrow, or 10 days from now, or even if this seemingly golden deal falls apart at the last minute and we're forced to re-list this home and try to sell it while empty (Oh Lord, please no...), I can trust in Him.

I may plan and prepare and try to move the pieces on the board to my own satisfaction,

But God...

"His hand shall lead me, and His right hand shall hold me". In that place, I find my true home.

Rejoice always, 

Pray without ceasing,

Give thanks in ALL circumstances;

For this is the will of God in Christ for you.

1Thessalonians 5:16-18

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